DJ Rayz, you’s a fool for this one…
Tracing the Swine Flu back to its origins we found that our favorite hardbody intern, Shorty Whitebread, sucked some porcine face before we all heard that it was giving fools the clip-clap.
Maybe that is why Shorty is so damn crazy?
Back home at 6am
I should knuckle down and drop my recap of the Asher Roth release party.
I need to take a nap though.
Sleep is the cousin of death, but naps are the cousin once removed that you can stick your tongue in they mouth.
We’ll talk soon…
100.
-dP
I had to re-purpose the headline from my peoples over at WWIB just to be clear that I live a real virtual life on these internets. When I am not at my lab setup early in the a.m. posting drops for the upcoming morning and afternoon I am doing shit like assembling content and important shit like seeing my lady.
Between both my day job schedule and the overtime assignments I just picked up along with my internets events it seems like I haven’t seen my lady in a month of Sundays. I need to be careful that I keep her heart in mind. It may seem like I am a single man to all the ladies that see me in these streets and lust for me…
*crickets*
But at the end of the day I am just a one woman man.
So I called Chocolate Snowflake up and asked her if we could go out on a date. C.S. was still a bit vexed with me that I blew her off the previous day. I knew exactly how I could get a little wiggle room back into her good graces. I told her we would take a drive to Coney Island. Chicks dig the sea breezes blowing through their locks. Some smooth shit on the radio would help my cause.
D’Angelo – ‘Cruisin’
Before Chocolate Snowflake came down from her apartment look who walks past me on Eastern Parkway? Fuck Casey Gane-McCalla! This fishstick wants to battle me on the internets. I wonder what, if anything, I have to gain from fuxing with CASEY GANE? [ll]. His ‘White Girls‘ video was the shit back on BET Uncut. As a matter of fact I think his video is what got that show canceled.
Casey is just another dude in a long string of real world PU~ pseudo-celebrities trying to come up on the internets. Thankfully for him my lady came down just in time before I would have had to knock Casey’s iced caramel macchiato Starbucks on the ground.
Just call me the “coffee smacker”.
Vanilla iced latte is not hardbody.
Fuck the shit you be talking Casey!
Talking about shit…
I swear don’t ever let me be in the position to pass legislation in this town. Black folks will not be allowed to own pets. Not even a motherfucking parakeet out this bitch.
I know that was Black people that left that dukeese.
How do I know?
Trust me I know this shit.
All the white I fux with in this neighborhood do dumb white shit like ordering specially made plastic bags from the pet supply store to pick up the dukeese. It’s Black folks who have the misappropriated sense of privilege on Eastern Parkway. Okay, and its also the occasional Hasid that will run a motherfucker over, but if its someone leaving dog poop on the sidewalk that is the Blacks.
Enough of my Blacks with dogs rant. Chocolate Snowflake and I love dogs, especially hot dogs.
We took a drive to Coney Island to enjoy some of that Nathan’s Famous from the OG spot where the whole thing popped off from 1000 years ago.
We ate our shit in the brick ass cold just like the Puerto Rican families that were holding down the outdoor seating mob deep. Shouts to all the Puerto Ricans that fux with DP dot com.
Fuck it, shouts to all the Mexicans in general.
I keeps it 100 at Nathan’s Famous by ordering the cheese sauce on my fries.
In all honesty, Nathan’s Famous cheese sauce >>> Big Mac sauce.
And that is the truth, Ruth.
The only thing bad about that cheese sauce is the gaseous aftermath.
I wouldn’t wish that shit on my worst enemy either. That’s prA’li what the CIA be using on fools in Guantanamo.
It’s the type of shit that you should only share with the person that loves you the most.
In my case that would be my lady, Chocolate Snowflake.
D’Angelo featuring AZ – ‘Lady’ (Preemo remix)
Still going in with this photoblog ish…
Beats & Brands had the free Ciroc for the people. Even the fools fell through. I see you Menasaur. The night started off dope like that and the Go In Brothers were in full effect. Shouts to CHAD MILLER. We had Ruffian in the building along HOBBS, Blagovelli, LowKey and a special Friday night appearance from XXL online boss CARL CHERY.
As you can imagine, the free Ciroc had folks twisted, but the party ended early and we all wondered what to do with the rest of our evening.
The Go In Brothers made an executive decision to motivate to Santos Party House. Right now Santos is the hottest shit on two wheels and that was evident by all the people that were standing on line waiting to be let in. Santos security wouldn’t let me in because I may have been too drunk already.
I needed someone with pull to zoop me in that joint. RapRadar’s ELLIOT WILSON and Village Slum’s MEL COLE both fronted on the kid. Fuck your real life celebrity status! Santos had a shitload of talent on the sidewalk so I sidewalk pimped until I got bored.
Ruffian dipped off on us when the Santos security started fronting so that left HOBBS, CARL SHERY and I. CARL being the enterprising cat he is made it inside of the party. He came back out to see if he could help HOBBS and I get in. I was too far gone to be allowed in on this night. I was starting shit with the security and just being the annoying drunk dude.
What was left of the Go In Brothers decided to go in somewhere that wanted us. We went to Sutra for Mikey Fresh’s birthday party. Sutra was packed and lively. I like this spot because they keep it underground and Hip-Hop.
Literally.
The basement party room was crazy. Mikey had a gaggle of Asian girls for me too. Too bad I couldn’t partake of the menu. I’m damn near married and I had a commuter rail train to catch.
There is the 2:30am train out of Penn Station and the 4:30am joint. The latter is filled with miserable alcoholics and junkies who remind you of your despicable mortality. The 2:30am train isn’t as bad. There are mostly quiet drunks and the like. It isn’t as depressing as the 4:30am train because you still have the possibility of doing something for yourself after you wake up.
When I am on the 4:30am train I know that my following day will be smashed and incoherent. The hangover and subsequent headache are almost unbearable. So why do I do this shit? Because I am an alcoholic and a junkie. Two steps removed from a twelve step ten years ago. I stumble and tumble towards tomorrow.
But for the grace of GOD here go I…
MARK ‘Bird’ FIDRYCH was a colorful baseball player for the Detroit Tigers whose career was way shorter than he was, but his legend never stopped growing long after his playing days were over. FIDRYCH was beloved by the press which has only published nice stories about the quirky pitcher who came into the major leagues in a flash and left them just as abruptly.
FIDRYCH played the game with a carefree spirit and maintained that perspective throughout his life. He was just MARK being MARK way before there was MANNY being MANNY. If there is anything that MANNY RAMIREZ has not done to curry the favor of the beat writers who have covered his career is to have pitched in the majors.
I’m sure it’s because MARK FIDRYCH was a pitcher that the sportswriters celebrate his offbeat character. Yeah, that’s the ticket.
