"Sneaking on my mother's phone. The touch that makes me think I'm grown." - Lauryn Hill
Tuesday night, Lakers Game. Lakers vs. Spurs, Conference Semi-Finals. Of course, when I go to the game, they lose. I never ever had any feel like they were going to win the game. But it was fun anyway. I love the Staples Center. Its a great sporting venue. And I had good seats. That's what happens when your mom hobnobs with movers and shakers.
I still hate her. How can a mother be cooler than her kid? Its just not right I tell you.
wednesday night, The Mint. Okay...I'm too old to be out on a Wednesday night. I should be home watching Enterprise like a good geek and then switching between The West Wing and Bernie Mac, not out listening to the strangest lineup of bands. We go from goofy black guy funk rock to smooth white boy folksy (my friend's band, The Red. They did a killer rendition of Little Red Corvette. Queen B said people started coming in off the street when they heard that joint.) to scary hardcore metal rock devil music. It was all good stuff but wow, when the lead singer of the band starts doing that deep bellow scream thing, I'm ready to go. I felt like I was in hell and that he was going to shoot flaming balls of fire at me if I didn't bob my head. Cuh-razy. Pen and Brigitte were my dates for the evening. I love them. Pen cracks me up all the time. You don't look old, kid. I promise. When I tell people your age, they are shocked! You still got it goin' on. Don't trip.
But don't make me watch R. Kelly interviews anymore either. I hate that bastard. I was talking with monique this morning about it since she didn't get to watch it and made myself laugh so here's a pseudo transcript of our conversation:
me: Steve Harvey and Cedric the Entertainer were talking about it on the radio the other day. They want Ed Gordon to ask just one "ghetto question" to shut it down.
me: "Do you meet your girlfriends at 2nd lunch?"
me: "Does your girlfriend like to wear tennis shoes that light up when she walks?"
me: "Does your girlfriend wear klick klacks?"
me: "Does her mom honk the horn outside when its time for her to go to soccer practice?"
monie mon: bwahahahahaha.
monie mon: he's wrong times 10932395209342344
me: he's wrong times pi.
me: just infinite.
monie mon: he needs to go to jail.
me: yeah, cuz Bubba is not going to care if he believes he can fly.
me: Bubba wants to see if he can cry when he's feelin' on his booty.
me: Bubba wants to know if he really has the world's greatest ass.
me: Bubba doesn't see nothin' wrong with a little bump n' grind.
me: Bubba thinks R. reminds him of his jeep. He wants to ride it.
me: Bubba thinks R's hair weave is lookin' kind of purty.
monie mon: no 12 play
me: nope, just 12 inches mother fucker.
heh heh heh...i'm funny.
where i'm going: I still have the poverty discussion to do...its coming. I promise. I also have a edit to my headnod mix from last Sunday and I'm working on a new mix called novels and one called happiness. Music for that head.
where i'm at: I'm in a real poetry mood so that's what I've been working on. I'll toss some new shit at ya'll this weekend.
two fingas like a playa.