The ‘GO IN’ Brothers have their work cut out for them tonight.
I hate when there are too many obamas scheduled for the same evening.
There’s no way I can go to all of these joints.
Alright, maybe I can go to all of them.
I’m making sure that I have the mini-cam in my hands so you can all see what happens when I leave the basement.
Hilarity shall ensue.
The ‘GO IN’ brothers features DaRuffian, Hobbs, Chad Miller, Jackpot, Sandman and LowKey.
My homey JUSTICE HALL has made the illest Pro-bama t-shirt since that Mighty Healthy joint dropped. This one is gonna kill the streets pre-inauguration.
Extra points for whoever rocks this shirt with shelltoes and a leather V-goose.
*hit up J. HALL for the pro-Bama shirts -> theclassof79@gmail.com*
This is what happens when you get off that HGH.
EMBRY from Australia stays on that good white boy weed when he sends us his latest and greatest S.A.B.’s.
Let him know if he got this one…
You couldn’t tell me nothing last night at the Marc Ecko holiday party. Free Ketel-1 from heavy handed barkeeps and some of the coolest MF’s evar. All my folks was in effect, especially my laaaaaaaaydeeeeeez.
ANNA is the truth, but JEN is that ride or die Chi chick. She might be from the Chi, but she ain’t no way shy. Peace to CARL, HOBBS and J ‘Che Guerilla’. A lot of up and coming cats was stuntin’ hard too. I’m excited for this city in 2009. There is so much energy and creativity. Plus beauty. Creative types always need their muses.
I blew out of the Ecko joint while the drinks were still pouring because I had to get to this secret Common concert on the Lower East Side.
The spot was this re-purposed church. I went to a Hennessy art show there a few years ago and met this painter chick who hated my politics when I told her that KEVIN POWELL was a two-bit shoeshine hustler. There are now three people that Black women look up to like some fucking holy trinity. BARACK, OPRAH and KEVIN fucking POWELL. That nigga is having a party tonight in the city and I will guarantee you that it is filled with the baddest Black broads that could squeeze their feet into a pair of high heels.
Anyhoo, last night. I caught a few Common songs and the what not but I flew the coup before KanYe came out and did whatever he did. The day job is the gift and the curse. I could never pay the mortgage and the maintenance of my co-operative apartment with my internets lifestyle. I have to remind myself of this when I am sitting in a 9:30am jobsite meeting.
A change is gonna come to how broke azz mofo’s like myself watch NBA basketball. I still don’t have cable service in my apartment so I have to go out to watch NAB games. This might mean watching NBA Ticket at my favorite bulletproof fried chicken Chinese restaurant or, when I have even less money I go to ESPN Zone.
I know what you are thinking right now. How the fuck can I go to ESPN Zone to watch a ballgame [ll] when I have even less money than is required to buy a five dollar try of chicken and fried rice? Firstly, I bring my own food and drinks. Secondly, I sit in one of the bathroom stalls at ESPN Zone that have their own personal screens telecasting the games.
I find this the most comfortable and efficient way to enjoy NBA basketball. Sheeeeeit, any sporting event for that matter. I get the quality programming of an ESPN broadcast, my own choice of refreshments and the ability to engage in one of my favorite pastimes – dropping a deuce. Puns are always intended here at DP Dot Com and this arrangement I use at ESPN Zone is a win-win for me no matter the outcome of the contests.