and now introducing.......

My peoples come through in the clutch....... thanks shottanix*


Florida.
Where I live
Scores of black people
With no real initiative
Gold teeth and 24s
The definition of self
Baby mothers/Baby fathers
No mental health.

Ok…..Let’s get it. I’m from Q.U.E. another E.N.S. So obviously I’m gonna be at odds with some things in my current locale, but honestly…the last thing I thought would be absolutely incomprehensible would be the people. My beautiful black people. Damn. Where do I begin?...Lemme see. All the niggas down here walk funny like they a) Just made their acting debut in a Marquis de Sade novel and got blazed with a 13 inch dick b)got a pamper full of hot shit c) Has duck in their gene pool d) All of the above. Not attractive, not fascinating, not even in the scientific sense. Now peoples, we all know the importance of the walk…fellas….you love the chicks with the mean walk…ladies..we looooove the men with the strong assertive confident swagger. Not where I live. I reside in the land of the chicken head in the see through stripper shoes and ten dollar outfit shuffle, the land of the niggas who act like chickens when they talk and dance because their friggin heads cant stop doing that pecking thing. Friggin creepy. And the outfit aint even a ten dollar outfit of the caliber you’d get from that store in the front of the Coliseum, imagine that ! Sad. And the language…OK I am not by default or intent a hypocrite. Let me state that I am aware that dunny, B and my mans and em are not considered “English”. But if someone runs up on me like “Yo P, what’s good?” I know what’s crackin…naah mean? Part of my difficulty in cracking the language barrier here stems from my inability to hear what these cats are saying. They don’t open their friggin mouths unless it’s to showcase their gold grills. And I use that term very loosely. Cause some of that oral gold looks like old curry. Not a good look. People, if you’re going to involve someone in a conversation, engage the person, speak clearly you know project, stop moving your head like you have an acute case of bird flu. Me standing there looking at you like “But a wha the bloodcloth this?” is not as a result of me being captivated by you. It’s profound sadness, sadness because you’re sick, not ill, and I’m not sure if you’ll comprehend what I have to say in response to whatever you garbled at me. Now today is my first day and I’m a guest so I won’t get too damn carried away..but you know what’s really depressing….all these mufuckas got chirrens, and lil mans and lil mamas. Next episode we’ll explore that covey. Thanks THUMPER for the opportunity, K* the inspiration and for helping me to not catch a charge on Sunday…I greatly appreciate it.