^ Yeah, I did that too.
What the fuck is good party people?!?
This drop will be on some spaz shit with my grammar and spelling all over the effing place. Put the women and children to bed if you have to, even though it’s something something in the morning when you are reading this.
Shouts to my folks at ThinkTank Marketing who stay hitting me off with the industry popoffs that have the “Obama”. That is my new word for open bar functions – Obamas. It’s a celebration bitches. Your DVD’s are in the mail.
A couple of commenters have asked about the Blu Cheez Ghetto Celeb photo galleries and why there aren’t any more jiggly asses or tatas on display. The boss of this website, Chocolate Snowflake, decided that all the images that aren’t digestable for undeveloped stomachs should be made private. If you want access to these galleries then you need to request a username and password from Blu Cheez. E-mail him. He’s a good dude.
Back to the matter at hand…
I am constantly thinking of shit to do at this website to make this space interesting and worthwhile for you readers to continue to find us in your browser. With a proliferation of good weblogs on the internets I feel like our job here might be almost done. Several of you have asked me to complete the memoirs of my New York City journeys and I strongly consider that feedback. Although, writing a gut-wrenching tell-all book for seven people seems like more of a vanity project than something that will ultimately be worth my time. Oops, the eight readers that tune in on the regulack (my badd Candice). In any case maybe some more blog drops about vintage New York City are what we need to wrap up this website.
Did I say biggup to ThinkTank Marketing? Last nite’s “Obama” was at a space currently called Plumm. Back in the days this space was called Nell’s and it was one of the great NYC clubs. Nell’s was in the cut as far as clubs operated and there were always celebrities in the basement lounge. Back in those days I made my side scrilla from grams and eightballs of that yayze. Nell’s was non-descript and their wood paneled bathroom was ultra-classy even without having an attendant. I don’t really miss those days since they were spent in a haze of yayze.
GOD blessed me by giving me a day job across the street from Nell’s. I just called it a job, but it was really the Old Jew’s classroom. That’s where the Old Jew taught me the true meaning of being one of GOD’s chosen. If you are a real Jew, a REAL JEW, then your responsibility is to teach man, to show man the light. That is the singular divine obligation of the chosen. Each one, teach one. If you aren’t a teacher then you are only jewish. My apologies to all the folks that are only jewish. Maybe one day you too can be one of the chosen. Anyhoo…
I have watched West 14th Street transform several times over and over again. If New York City has an actual heart it is prah’lee somewhere in between 14th and 34th Streets. Sixth Ave is definitely the aorta. I don’t know shit about vascular systems and I don’t even know why you are reading this shit right now. Go click over to some other website where they are talking about gossip and the Grammys. I’m not feeling that shit here today.
What I am feeling like doing right now is enjoying the Toy Fair at the Jacob Javits Convention Center and enjoying this buzz from eight rounds of Bombay Sapphire and tonic water. My mic sounds nice check one, my mic sounds nice check two. Shout out to all the folks that read this shit and have no fucking idea what the fuck I am talking about but can find the one sentence of truth and make it work for their life. I respect that courage. That isn’t just the liquor talking either. Okay, maybe the liquor is talking, but I meant what ever the fuck I just said.
i’d buy the book. sometimes when it’s been a while since a “when i reminisce…”, i just go back through the archives and read them, it’s that real.
…and bloggers wonder why I don’t fuck with new bloggers…this negro here does better drops when drunk then when you cats is sober. sad shit.
DP for congressman in Ny of course…you might go -Julie an knee- on us here in Ohio once you get some power…lol.
Peace Sun.
It’s 12:30 am here in LA. I juse got home from the Lakers-Hawks game. I’m torn when these teams play. Had to wind down before my head hits the pillow. I get a glass of ginger ale, logged on, hit u up your post, and lo and behold you are on some other worldly ish, and it somehow works. Funny stuff, DP. A good chuckle is always therapeutic. You’ve proven that Gin has a purpose.
“have no fucking idea what the fuck I am talking about but can find the one sentence of truth and make it work for their life.”
Therein lies the power and comlex simplicity of a DP post.
Thanks for the drop and for taking the time to do this. Peace.
I dont comment much, cos my laptop is touch screen right, but i read every post and none of them made more sense than that one, spesh cos im drunk from last night and on some talking to the ex for sex shit. Its gonna be a fucked up day.
Thanks for remembering the 8th man…erra, woman.
I agree with the masses….your drunk ramblings are far more enertaining than some of the sober, “serious writing” bloggers out there. Now go sleep that shyt off and drink some water.
Son, that book is the story of a whole generation…Boyz in the Hood, Juice, Menace, Bastards of the Party…Funny how only one of those happens on the east coast and only one is in NY. I’m just saying.
Yo D,
Those “Obama” events are the shit! I miss my drunken days… its been a minute b.
I know exactly how you felt when you posted this lmao
present…
DP…I already see a movie in the works……
‘that book is the story of a whole generation…’ — Truth.
People just don’t understand what went on in the streets of NY during the late 80’s early 90’s. Think about it, a group of urban youths that, in order to feel safe and protect each other TRANSFORM themselves and take over an entire city……
Shout out to all the folks that read this shit and have no fucking idea what the fuck I am talking about but can find the one sentence of truth and make it work for their life.
Thanks for the shout out Dallas, because I’m as clueless as they come. Even though I’m a latecomer to your blog,but I can still enjoy your ramblings.
Stop doin all that damned drinkin! Shit.
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Drunk blogs fucking RULE. Axe somebody.
*salutes*
your words are like gauze pads on my soul.
“Shout out to all the folks that read this shit and have no fucking idea what the fuck I am talking about but can find the one sentence of truth and make it work for their life. I respect that courage. That isn’t just the liquor talking either. Okay, maybe the liquor is talking, but I meant what ever the fuck I just said.”
LMAO, yo.
yo dear i see you graffin it up kid ahhh the good ol days. dope lo vest yo
Dallas, I’d promote your book here in Wisconsin man! Your stuff’s really that good! I only visit two or three sites and this one here is #1. Get back in the basement, in your draws (sp), with your liquor of choice and get to rambling! Ish is good.