Clocks Ticking....

What a damn weekend this was, Friday my boy called me at around 11 at night to see if I wanted to chill with him and his friend for a night on the town. It's Friday, so why not right??? I put on a hoodie and sweats cause it was cold as shit, and we were supposed to go to the strip club, but ended up hitting the strip of clubs across the street. Now Springfield is a small town, don't get it fucked up, we all know or are related to someone (even white people), so you can imagine what kind of clubs I was going to. It wasn't my payweek (for yall bi-weekly check getters I know your pain trust me). But drinks were all on his friend, so it was cool. First off, I had no idea these were the college clubs and where everyone is either Italian or Irish so I did feel somewhat out of place. With all the tight muscle shirts, khakis, capris, belly shirts, halter tops, miniskirts and anything else imaginable you can say I was underdressed for the evening, but the bouncers showed me more love than I would get than at "my" type of club. Not only was we VIP, but the hospitality was even better ( Thanks Sunshine for that bottle of Moet - lost your number sorry). Oh if you never had Vodka and Red Bull, I suggest you try it, I had 6, and that's all it took for me. It wasn't until we got outside was that I had to be alert, because the street was packed with people. Once we were all nice for the evening, we got word that there was another house party at my homie's friends house. Now I know this person because she is a loyal customer to my boy I was chillin with, so I knew it was peace, but more to drink, and some sticks of haze and your boy was doin the damn thing. Shout out to Caleb and Kierdan, yall muthafuckas are off the hook - for real.

Guess what Laker lovers, the fucking clocks ticking, I hope you Laker fans, didn't put money on the series, damn that I hope you didn't put money on the game(s). Didn't I tell you Detroit wasn't to be played with? Didn't I say that? Get off of their dicks, no matter of fact stay on their bandwagon, I enjoy talking to you about this so-called dynasty, and don't give me any shit about fouls and the Pistons going to the line, cause no one said shit when it was yall and Sacramento a couple years ago and yall came back from like 17 all from the line. It's 2004, enough about winning like the Bulls, twice you've won rings on flukes, even some of your fans say so. Now it's put up or shut up. If Minnesota was in their second year with that team, you wouldn't have to worry about getting embarassed by an East coast team, BUT you are, if you don't like it hey what you eat don't make me shit, so fuck you. Pussy.

My most recent exgirlfriend gave me a call on Sunday, I didn't get the message because my hangover didn't allow it. I could tell by her voice she wanted me to come over, but here's the thing...why? Shit there's nothing there for her anymore, I made that clear moving out, if she wasn't doing shit when I was there, what the fuck she think is going to change now? Blip blip blip....the radar is going off...

Before I go hey *k need some duck sauce lol?

Yo Nate, can I have my fucking Fight Night back? I finished True Crime in a day and I know you suck at boxing so either buy some recent shit or you'll never see that piece of shit Honda again.

Melissa, sorry i dissed you so hard last night, I really dont' apoligize to females when I'm rude like that, but I was told you were outside crying not smoking a cigeratte, so my bad, you shouldn't have been cheering for the lakers anyway...you big baby...KIDDING.

I'm out much love to The Society, Club Alumni, Club Fuel (for the VIP passes) Mardi Gras (for more VIP passes), Big Jake, Hot 93.7 for still showing me Love on the radio, DJ Buck, The 5 Elements, Mickey, all my bread connects who are locked down, and everyone else whom I forgot.

The Champ has spoken...