Chocolate Snowflake just reminded me of a little incident we had on our train ride up to Montreal. I sort of put it out of my mind, but it can serve as a lesson to all of us that in some instances our reputations precede our arrivals.
The Amtrak ride to Montreal is a picturesque twelve hour trip. The track bed runs along the Hudson River and through mountain passes in the Adirondacks. I quickly forgot who I was and immersed myself into the views of farms, with cattle and horses and little Main Street upstate New York townships. When we arrived at the Canadian border I signed off on my customs form and gave it to the border patrol officer.
The officer looked at my passport and me several times. He asked me for my social security number and he checked it off on the manifest printout he was holding. At that point he told me that he would need to take my passport to another officer for verification. I said “Okay” and shrugged my shoulders. This was prah’lee one of those cases where Canada has to limit the number of Blacks coming into their country. How else do you think they maintain a totally FREE universal healtcare system?
When the officer returned he told me to walk to rear of the car where the other officer was holding my passport. This was a bit odd since no one else in the car had been singled out for “verification”. The officer that was awaiting me had a longer printout in his hands. He asked me for my name and my social security number. After I repeated my particulars he asked me a question in his Canadian accent…
“Have you ever been before a magistrate?”
“Come again?”
“Have you ever been before a magistrate or justice?”
WTF is this nigga talking about? Have I ever been arrested? Hells chea! I start telling him the story of the first time I was arrested. You folks know that GOD lives in the details so I go in on the whole crack scene in 1986 (this is a story I have in draft form here at the DP Dot Com server. I want to give it to y’all, but it reminds me of my dad and how good a man he was, and then I get sad when I think about how I disappointed him).
After that I start to tell him about the time that ThunderCracker, SoundWave and I were nabbed in the Bronx in a whip we had stolen. That really wasn’t what the officer wanted either. He was interested in the charge that was called ‘Theft Of Services’. Oh shit! That was the last time I had been arrested. That was an embarrassing moment because it was some serious da-dunt-da-dunt shit. I was arrested in a sweep of subway turnstile jumpers. I caught a case for basically not having a dollar and a quarter.
That is some poor dumb nigga bullshit.
The Canadian border patrolman agreed that was some poor dumb nigga shit and he returned my passport to me and told me to take care.
True fucking story is that I stay winning because I stay losing.
Fork you Mr. Dallas. Before I even finish my coffee in the morning or check the Dow Jones Averages (local gas prices) I go to http://www.dallaspenn.com Many times is sneakers and lame-o rap/hip/hop/crap but in between are jewels/diamonds/ hard to get out of your mind phrases, memories, pain, belly laughs, street truths and things that are so real they hurt. When speaking of oppression (the real OPP), Police, Supremacy, politics and Hillary Shapeshifting Racist Fuckery no one can touch your knife sharp pen. Thanks for telling it right. Ernie Paniccioli
“True fucking story is that I stay winning because I stay losing.”
AMEN.
just u wait until were 1 nation
You need to change the motto from “You can’t handle the truth” to “True fucking story is that I stay winning because I stay losing.” Word up.
Also you need to write a book about coming up in the 80s. You could be the next Richard Wright.
Also good lookin’ on the Incredible Hulk vids. It brought me back to when I was youngster and it was on after Dukes of Hazzard. The first thing I thought about was that sad-ass end music with the piano and Banner would be trying to hitch a ride because he had Hulked out and just housed like an entire sheriff’s department and that a-hole reporter was always following him…David Banner was on some Hard Knock Life shit.
The long arm of the MTA! And the trains still don’t run on time. Talk about a misuse of public resources…
That’s fucked, I just got hunted down for some university partking tickets from visiting a friend. Also, I’d like to read that crack in 86 story whenever you feel into putting it up.
And finally-
DALLAS! I just got my Superman box; you went all-out! The stamps, the DVD, the toys, you’re awesome.
Funny ass dude
great writing as usual fam, the crack in 86 story sounds intriguing, and you’d be doing yourself (and your readers) a disservice to let that shit sit and collect e-dust. and do you run your facebook, lmao?
I’d also like to point out that what Brandon Soderberg calls “toys” are correctly referred to by That Girl Tam as “action figures”.
^^ Yeah but my girl still won’t let me put on display the Dr Doom action figure you sent. Says it ‘scares’ her. Go figure.
that doom joint IS mad scary. thnx 4 the hulk dvd too b!
nice one dawg…
Tight.