These penguins keep trying to hand me one of their black & white suits. Yet, I just can’t manage wearing it for all of the vomit that would come next! Ya feel me? If not, you could very well be a penguin and that’s okay too. It just aint for me.

yeah, so i haven’t been coming correct on the writing tip lately.
i know . . . i know . . . or at least that’s how i’m feeling.

it seems i have plenty i could write about, but i’m lacking both time and motivation. and i’m still not 100% sure why it interest me to entertain america with my daily episodes. i guess i enjoy the attention.

anyhoo, saturday nite a friend of mine lured me into a dumpy little juke joint with the promise of free drinks, a basket of wings and no cover charge . i had never been there before . . . and i shall not be returning!

this place was off the damn chain. it was filled with “street walkers” - “black bikers” - “pick pocketors” - “broke thugs” and “crack heads”. adding to the ambiance, was “karaoke nite”. yes america, karaoke nite for street degenerates. prostitues wanna sang whitney huston songs too. don’t hate.

did i feel out of place? kinda, but not really. i’m intrigued by people from all walks of life. people are soooo interesting to me. i’m a “people watcher”. many times i find myself encountering strange people out of pure curiosity. thus far, i’ve been relatively lucky in the sense of not having fallen into harms way. but i’ve definitely had some adventures!

the clientele had me laughing all nite long. some of the things i saw were absolutley hilarious! for example: the “crack head” performing his best rendition of David Lee Roths smash hit from the 80’s “Just A Gigolo”.

i never really cared much about that song until the other nite. i really, really wish i could replay the scene for ya, cuz it was a classic “crack head” moment. he had on a flashy blue short set w/ the matching cap and a bunch of “naps”. he had one tooth missing in the front and was painfully skinny.
singing . . .

“Just a gigolo
Everywhere I go
People know the part I’m playing.
Paid for every dance
Selling each romance
Every night some heart betraying.
There will come a day
Youth will pass away
Then, what will they say about me?
When the end comes I know they’ll say “Just a gigolo”, as life goes on without me.
I ain’t got nobodyI’m so sad and lonely nobody cares for me”

i dunno, maybe ya’ll don’t find the humor, but i’m telling you, it was straight up movie material. and i’ll tell ya what, he sang the hell out of that song. he was performing like a pro! he was dancing around, waving his hands like he was playing the tambourines at a baptist church. he looked like the type that will sing to you and bust a quick dance combitnation, right before he robs your azz!

people make the world go round. gotta love it!
thank you for reading my “shit”.
it will be greater later.

“A group of alleged white extremists facing treason charges in South Africa has complained about being forced to listen to “black” music while on remand in prison.Lawyers for several of the 22 men on trial said this was a form of “psychological torture”. “We have men sitting here in tears and who are busy cracking,” attorney Rudi Lubbe, told the Pretoria High Court on behalf of his client Tom Vorster. “more>>>

Awww, poor white extremist, having to be subjected to “black” music. Boo-fuckin’-hoo. Someone should tie their butts up and make them listen to DeadPrez ! *singing* It’s bigger than HIP HOP HIP HOP HIP HOP! I heard DeadPrez has a stage show that is . . . um . . . something to see . . .

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