The above photo comes from the Sneaker Fiends Unite Florida panhandle president NERDITRY. The economy might be too fucked the fuck up for CD’s and plasma television screens but I will be dead and buried before I let some recession stop me from getting my $40 score right.
That is the plan for this weekend Sneaker Fiends. Unite with DP, and the Mighty Healthy spokesmodel 40 DIESEL as we take our game to some yet untested venues in Spanish Harlem and in the Bronx. We’ve even decided to push the meet up time back to 1:30pm for all of you daylight savings timers (read: me).
Grand Central Station Great Hall (center info booth)
03.14.09.
1:30pm
Here’s all you need to know about me… I would rather nerd out than freak out. I have done both. Nerding out is more rewarding for me and less embarrassing, which is a reward in itself. Nerding out is comfortable and calm, even when the scene appears chaotic.
I left my day job too late to do everything on my “Wednesday is the new Fr’aturday” list. No Vibe Mag JAMIE FOXX party and no beer pong with B Real from Cypress Hills. I need to apologize to NoHa from DuckDown for holding me down on that joint. Yo Noha, the next event you have (preferably with Sean P or Kidz-N-The Hall) is all me fam.
I did make it to Niketown for their Playmakers holiday event. The party was hosted by Miss Info who is always on some fresh to def shit. I peeped the 18k gold cap she had on her pre-molar tooth. That shit is so classic ‘hood that 99% of the people don’t even know what they are looking at. I know though, because I am an old motherfucker. I’m just thankful that these young kids on the scene fucks with me.
The kids still fucks with Clark Kent too and that is because he has more kicks than they will ever own. Clark gives away more sneakers than they will ever own. I fucks with Clark too even though he can be a little like Ernie P sometimes when he is discussing some shit he doesn’t fucks with too tough. Clark don’t like these blogs too much and I can’t blame him since most bloggers never come up from their parent’s basements.
I came up from my parent’s basement though and I hung the fuck out. Peace to 40 Diesel from Mighty Healthy. Peace to Joey2fresh who was taking pictures all over the place. Shout to the homey J-Rod as well as DJ Ko who goes in to all the fly shit. Do y’all want some more? Okayplayer holiday party 2nite featuring the Roots and friends.
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*
Of shooting oneself in the foot, except this meatball couldn’t even get that part correct. PLAXICO BURRESS went from having a screw loose to becoming a loose cannon, literally. The metaphor in real life.
BURRESS hasn’t really been a part of the team this season as the Giants defend their ‘Any Given Sunday’ Super Bowl victory. Dude was hanging out at a nightclub while on the injured list. I think we can all see where his head is at right now. This dude might be fucking around with DWIGHT GOODEN’s white pudding if you know what I mean? ANTONIO PIERCE also. PIERCE tried to hide PLAXICO’s gun after the incident. WTF is wrong with these foolios?
The NFL should suspend both of these meatwads. PLAXICO for carrying an unlicensed biscuit and PIERCE for absconding with said biscuit. When did the NFL become the Association? Sure RAY LEWIS merc’ked some fools a few years back, then there was that dude from the Broncos who got popped in a Denver ‘hood, and yes SEAN TAYLOR was killed by a gunshot to the leg, but when did the NFL become so enveloped with gunplay?
Notice I conveniently left out Pac Man Jones who shot up a club in Vegas after making it rain and watching people pick up the raindrops. Now that Pac Man is playing for the Cowboys I need his ass to stay on the field and out of the clink. But the Giants, they can burn in hell. Except for crazy ass LAWRENCE TAYLOR. That’s my nigga right there.
