Hello world. this is a joint post, so just in case you notice the tone changing dramatically, there is a reason.
so i'll start with tonight since everything else is so far away and in such a haze (pun intended). We went out to this jack and jill party shit out in brooklyn, and it was semi-lite. i mean, i (nasty) am not the biggest party person, but i fucked with it. now time for the roll call. twins, rebekah, eric, khalid, bj, other twins, ciardone and crew, our conscious, kyle sykes, and whoever else held it down in there. i also saw brandi and tabia, two people who i have not talked to in a long time. it was nice.
niggas and lines don't mix. especially when there are iron heaters near by. I assumed that jack and jill would have some common sense, but they tried to jam a couple hundred niggas in a couple square feet of space, and expected shit not to get hectic. not a smart decision on their part. Also, whenever you decide to have a coat check, make sure that there is enough room for all the coats and all the people you need to quickly and smoothly get those coats out. old ass mfkask back there takin they sweet time like niggas don't have to get home.
SHOUTS TO ALL MY WEST INDIANS! BROOKLYN WE GO HARD!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GULLY CREEPA TEK WEH YASELF NUH LINGA DING DONG JIGGY BODY SCOOBY!!!!!!! KABOOM!!
back to live action. this idea got into my head because of some shit i saw on myspace, and it really started to bug me the fuck out when i got down to it.
"No security in the world can keep out roaches."
let that marinate for a second, then realize that wherever there is uncovered food, there are roaches. In the snow bunkers in siberia and in the tropics of hawaii, there are roaches. you cannot escape them, you cannot control them, you cannot keep them away. somebody should make a hitchcock style film about these things, because when everything else dies they will inherit the earth. damn son.