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…
Thas f-u but imagine waking up every morning at 3 or 4 am because the sun is up and or it is daylight… The mosquito’s are FIERCE here this year and I got scars like a playground kid from scratchin…I wish I had connections with T-Vile for you but alas…
Gee,
My badd for going on and on about my bullshit when folks like you do real stuff like raise families.
I had one of those days too at the 9-2-5 when I realized that I had better keep my real job on point until my virtual job stops being so… Virtual.
I had a similar (though much less intense) “shit i screwed myself” incident today:
Took an hour subway ride to a travel agency to apply for my Chinese tourist visa. When I found the agency, an hour before they closed, I realized I forgot to bring the photograph the application needed, that I took a week ago, and had lying out in plain sight to take with me.
So I had to run over to a nearby photo store, where I was informed that my white t-shirt was actually inappropriate for a passport photo’s regulation white background.
So I had to run across the street and buy a cheap $5 shirt just to take this picture.
But my losing was actually my winning: the photo store worker felt badly for me, so he told me the photos were his gift to me; and plus I got a t-shirt that says “PLEASE PICTURE WITH ME”. And I made it back to the agency on time.
We lose. But it’s only so we can keep on winning.
Don’t stop!
GrandMaster,
What up homey?
I was put on to this sneaker spot in Harlem. My mans n ’em was talking like this spot was the greatest shit the game never seent.
Meh.
I did copp some ‘Be True’ Dunk Supremes for $80 marked down from $150 but it wasn’t like their prices were any better than any other boutique out to beat fools off they hard earned scrilla.
I still came up on some goodies though so hit me up with your new address when you touch down again in the states.
Dallas,
I hope you are inside your spot chillin. I’ve been slippin up and forgetting shit myself. It seems like everything is going so fast. There is so much stuff to do and so little time. I’m on the road for the next two weeks and the wife has me doing all types of shit like I ain’t never coming back. Well have a good weekend, relax and be in peace. I have Terrible Mobile (T- Mobile) and they suck azz out here in Maryland. I’m dropping calls all the time.
“I did copp some ‘Be True’ Dunk Supremes for $80 marked down from $150”
-Good look. Those Be True joints were straight, especially the Supremes. Did you get a look at the promo magazine Nike put out for the campaign? It was pretty solid. As much as I feel their recent releases (even the normally flavorful SB lineup) have been real unimaginative, the Be True line stays(stayed?) classy.
“any other boutique out to beat fools off….”
-pause.
do what u gotta do
DP-
We all catch those days man.
Reminds me of the time my alternator blew out on me and I had to foot it to campus in the middle of the day to take a final…
That had a postponed notice on the door.
I was losing that day.
I feel you on the cracked BB screen fam, I didn’t get hustled when I tried to get mine replaced, but I still agree with you though. T Mobile and their customer service is fucked the fuck up. If they didn’t have the $20 unlimited Data plan I wouldn’t even mess with em’.
New iC video: classic.
You forgot your keys? I’ve been forgetting my judgment. In the actual moment tho, forgetting your keys is way worse than forgetting your judgment. I feel for you man, I hate when that shit happens. Hope your weekend brightens up a bit.
Dallas Penn, you are a hero and a born winner even when you feel like you’re taking the “L”, dude you’re a hard core Internet Celebrity!
doing this comp for a comic for Image ….and i couldn’t find kneaded eraser . I just went to sleep .
“take it easy mang”
Yo dude, I was looking for you out at the park too. My and my peoples had to put some Source Mag heads in check. You missed Mickey Facts (sp?) onstage looking like a feg and I thought KRS was gonna kill DJ JS-1. S’all good though, it was fun.
Read your post Saturday morning. In your honor about two hours later I ran out of gas in my rental car on I-16 in GA about 50 miles outside of Savannah, on my way to Atlanta. Damn damn damn.
D Penn..what up NUPE! Man this is my first time leavin a comment on the internets period and I been fuckin with blogs since Al Gore created this shit…I FELT you (pause) on the bein lazy and havin to rock swim trunks cuz u aint have no clean gear..thought I was the only one that did that…ill tell u this reccesion is something else…that 75 cent wash go towards makin those cyber burgers at Mickey D’s…hang in there yo
D, on the low, and really keep this a secret, but on dem occasions when I run outta clean drawls and am either too lazy to wash them clean or too cheap to buy a new pair, I recycle some already worn ones, I just try to make sure they don’t carry too much residue for my prior usage. That’s on the low though.
combat muthafuckin jack…shit sometimes them joints pass the smell text..so dammit there good for another round…once again on the low…college kids tryna make it work during this reccession (depression) take note…
on the low, for real, recyclin drawers is some bachelor type ish. grown man should be ashamed subjecting a female to that.
(and none of yall mentioned door #3 – going commando. it’s cleaner than some funky recycled drawers!)
Recycled drawers IS some grown man shit (literally and figuratively)
If you never been away from your mom’s nipple like up in the woods camping sleeping in a fucking lean-to or on the ground in a gotdamn tent then you would know that sometimes drawls is the only thing that separates men from the monkeys.
So even a dirty pair validates a motherfuckers humanity.
When I would get back home from camping my moms would put my drawls in they proper place, the fireplace.