I stay losing in order to stay winning…
This is my overall Libra fallacysophy. My success has to be mitigated with my failure.
I’m happier than a clam with the reception of the latest i.C.’s video. I’m excited to get more videos on the web where smart dumb shit is brought to the people. This is the most fun I have had with a job evar.
But the good times can’t last can they? Nope.
I’m here in front of my apartment building in Long Island after an over two hour commute from C.S.’s crib in Brooklyn and I can’t get in my crib because I left my keys in my pants at homegirl’s house.
AARGH!
This was the great Mexican god in the sky telling me to “take it easy mang”. I had planned to do so much shit this weekend and now I realize that was a mistake. I need to rest up and get my mind right for a hectic work week. I need to do my laundry.
I’m running out of comfortable drawls to wear. Next come the boxer briefs I call booty cutters, and after that I will have to rock swim trunks.
So here I sit again typing a blog post on my cracked screen BlackBerry that T-Mobile refused to replace even though it was under warranty. The customer service clown set me up lovely by having me call from a landline. When she asked me what color the sticker on my phone battery was and I replied red she then apologized and told me that my phone was water damaged.
I laughed my fat ass off. Homegirl set me up like a maestro. So I’m stuck with this piece of T-Mobile shit for another sixteen months. Fuck T-Mobile in the ‘A’.
It’s real peaceful out here in Freeport. I can see why my parent’s wanted me to live out here. There’s shit you grow accustomed to living in the city that you don’t have to suffer for in the suburbs. Quality of life isn’t simply any electoral slogan. It’s about real shit like fucking litter and prostitutes and fucking dog shit. I encounter these things in the city on the daily. I basically ignore them because I accept the dissonance as part of the city’s fabric, but it is cool to be able to have your own thoughts.
So here I sit now and its 4am and my superintendent is asleep in his apartment now I’m sure so I won’t even bother ringing his bell. I’ll just sit outside until 8am or something like that before I ring his doorbell.
I am a total loser since I brought shit of mine from C.S.’s apartment out to Freeport to stash away but I forgot my effing keys. I have my Foamposite 1’s finally getting placed in the archive. I don’t have any idea when I am taking these joints off ice but when I do you are going to hate me. That day I will be a winner all because today I am losing.
I had grandiose plans for today. I was going to pay some bills I am behind with. After receiving an e-mail from the exec director of Brooklyn Bodega I was going to definetly fall through that Brooklyn Hip-Hop festival. My lady and I even planned a double date with some friends to see ‘Wall-E’. Speaking of Wale, I was going to see him perform at S.O.B.’s on Sunday night after I left the Afro-Punk block party in Fort Greene that was earlier in the day.
As it stands now, I ain’t gonna do shit other than pay my bills. Maybe. These mosquitos is eating my ass like I said something about their momma and I am more tied than fuck.
You read that right – tied. I R tied!
I’m sorry for holding your eyeballs hostage while I talk about my situation. I just wanted something to talk about instead of being angry with myself. Even though its a quarter past 4am and I am having my ass eaten by bugs as if it were a sport I need to remind myself that this is the process of winning for my life.
So I stay losing…
