The Champ Once Again.....

I told yall dammit, I said it would happen, my boys came through for me on Friday night. Won the game in the 9th inning, damn near scared the shit out of me, almost had me looking for vegetarian recipies, now I have winnings to collect, people to piss off more, and a sinister grin that I just can't seem to shake while I type this...

So what's good with yall, as you can see above, I am in good spirits today. My job called me on a Saturday to ask how I felt about a promotion, for those who don't know, I'm an overnight case worker for the DYS/DSS here in Massachusetts. I told them I would think about it considering it was around 5 and I was knocked out getting ready to come in for the evening. Good money, good hours, kids from hell, right now I'm enjoying waking they asses up and taking them to school, I don't know if I am ready for the whole day type shit. At least not until the snow hit. These kids are bad as hell, 12-18 and I kid you not, are probably the most fearless set of boys up here. For example, this one kid I woke up didn't have a towel to shower with, so when I told him that I had to go downstairs to get one, he got mad and started to swing on the female staff that was there, she grabbed his arms and he chilled out......so we thought, soon as she let him go he put his head through a fucking wall, and started to laugh like "look what I did!!" A fucking wall ladies and gents, this kid is no bigger than a toothbrush....wall.........head.........wall............laugh...............you be the judge

Went to the mall today and saw this nice ass polo shirt I'm thinking about adding to my collection. Fall is approaching quick as hell and I need some more button-ups. This was one short ass summer, but then again, since 1990 things to have sped up lately. What else did I see at the mall? I'll tell you it was so bad I put it in a group of 10...

Top ten things I really don't need to see at the mall

10. Groups of 5 to 8 niggas who have on throwbacks and fitted hats, with 2 of them rocking the same jersey/hat combo. Notice how one of them is either on or playing with a cell phone, none of them have bags, only one of them chickens probably think are cute, and the ugliest one is always the spokesperson. Brothers please, yall must get over this feeling that strength in numbers is not you should roll in the mall. I don't need to see how deep you are while I am trying to purchase a pair of Stacy Adams. At least split up or something, meet at the car, figure it out.

9. Chicks wearing pajama pants and slippers(air force ones, reebok classics, or any shelltoe adidas apply here as well). You know what this tells me? You don't wash your ass, point blank and period. You rolled your nasty ass out of bed, readjusted your rubberband holding your ponytail, sprayed yourself with some body spray and took your dirty ass to the mall. If you have on yoga pants, or look like you just came from the gym, then ok I could think you washed your ass, threw something on and did your thing. For those others mentioned above, you need help....and a shower.

8. Reformed or new black parents still lost in the "time out era....example: went into Lord & Taylor to check out a gift for a close friend of mine, I was in the accesories department and these two kids no more than 8 and maybe 6 was swinging handbags around in a circle, one of them he kept hitting my bag, just bop bop bop bop. . . so I took my bag and placed it on the pile of others where his couldn't reach and him and his brother started to play football with a pocketbook, all this going on and moms is like 'do you have this in beige? So I got out of line and proceeded to wait for another clerk across the way to get to her register, then the kid throws the pocketbook again and the other misses me by half a foot. I just stood my ground, when that shit came back my way, I tripped his lil ass, and he bumped his dome against the register counter. When his moms heard him crying, she comes around and I say "they were playing and he hit his head" she then gives me this look like what did you do? And that's when the clerk was like, that's right ma'am they were playing football and this gentleman stepped out of the way, she looks at me again and apoligizes - I don't give a shit about that, I'm waiting for her to lose her mind on these fools, but no. She like, lemme see that bump, ok mommy will take care of it when we get home, until then, yall play out in the walkthrough. I want yall to understand its reasons like this I don't have any kids.

7. The group of girls who are dressed a little too old for themselves, trying to talk to people my age, and whose actions speak of a 12 to 16 year old age group. Most of these chicks shop at Rave, Rainbow Shops, J Silver, Deb, etc depending on where you live. All have cell phones, hair not done on most, but the ones who's hair is done is the loudest, belligerent, chickenhead of them all. Most may have extremely giveaway knockoff gear with faded baby phat jeans, and scuffed MaNoNo's on. Brothers do not be fooled when you hear, my girl "Shaquatia wanna holla at you" no matter how cute she look, leave it alone. If you decide to go for it, then I suggest you get her number, and no sooner than she turns her back to tell her friends how you were sweatin her, call the number. If you get a dude that sound like he got a problem with you - chances are you need to lose the number, same for the female that sounds surprised that your voice is so deep too.

6. The bootleg hip hop clothing shops and the muthafuckas who run them. Brothers and sisters, I know we need jobs out here, I know Bush is an asshole, does this mean we stoop low enough to be employed by an Asian couple who believes in exploiting our culture by selling BUFU, and Timmy Humdinger shirts? What about instead of that Von Dutch shirt you THOUGHT you got, turned out the tag said 'Not Much'? to make matters worse it was your peoples that sold it to you? Funny who you see behind the counter damn near ALL THE TIME, if anything, don't go there, let their kids sell that shit and see how far they get, stick to the script.

5. The dude that tries to sell me jewelry like we in some back alley and shit, it just speaks for itself.

4. My ex-girlfriend (just pick one)

3. I used to not like both of these groups but one of them I am starting to have more and more respect for, the skaters are cool to watch cause I can't seem to see a group that can do 3 straight tricks, but I can't stand the bus stop cats who feel as though just because they are taking the bus, gives them the right to rush somebody in line.

2. Chickenheads my age that think when I try to let them know that there is something sticking to the back of their leg, or there is a serious lint ball or tag in their hair that I am trying to push up on them. I had to check one today who gave me the "My man is on the phone right now, I ain't tryin to holla at nobody and I ain't lookin for no friend, plus-" hold up ma, I was just pointing out the lint ball in yo eyebrow, plus the 15.99 tag hangin from your head, for someone as good looking I figured you would pay a little more attention to detail, BUT, your attitude shows otherwise, keep talkin to your man, I hope yall dirty asses never share the same restaraunt with me ever. If I walk up to you and say "excuse me, but as I was walking behind you I noticed something I don't think you would appreciate anyone else noticing" and you snap, I will check you, if you take it the same way I give it (with a smile) then I walk away, nuff said, it's what you after that.

1. Employees who think just cause they work at a certain store that they can't get it after work. Look I don't give a shit if you finally are getting that 50% discount at your favorite spot, If you know me and don't acknowledge me like you would anywhere else, then I won't respect you anywhere. I have had this problem with cats who are getting paid $7.50 an hour to smile in my face and act as though they fell into suburbia or something. Then you get the snobby bastard that act like they are too good to wait on you like they still carrying some beef from high school, its times like these I have to remind them that they are still the same cat outside these walls, don't let the mouth write the check that ass can't cash.

On that note, it's soon time for me to- oh damn, 14-4 Stankees, oh well, I didn't bet on that game.

Much love to Z-Buttercup, Resha over at ABG, K*(hahahahahaha), KB*, The 5 Elements, 413, and my cousin Treach.
Big Up Bernard Hopkins, you made me $500 this weekend

Red Sox Muthafucka's

Da Champ