Week Off...

"Football with Uncle P* is the shit...." - Noodlz


I can't perform this week. Shit. Today is the 1 year anniversary for me at the job. Shit. I got a play to write by December with music. Shit. All flags fly at half mast today. Shit. It's raining outside....

what more can happen?

I am utilizing my time to create sunlight through all of this rain. Woke up with tap dance sounds on my trap door asking me to come out and get wet. I chose to stay inside and finish this poem I'm working on. With 15 hours to work tomorrow, I got nothing but time on my hands now. I'm scared to go outside because I fear my car is on it's 28th mile with like 4 to go before I run out of gas. Every move I make is a crucial one. The rain doesn't help but I make my way easy.

I'm too used to things here.

I got a call from a friend who is interested in seeing me perform in RI. I haven't been there in awhile, but seeing that I'm alot better I can make it out there again. I got so used to being closer to home, I forget where I started. I will be there, just let me take care of some things.

I'm still moving closer to independance. The credit check is still up in the air. (God I hate those) It's like waiting for a ride to be serviced while you are on it. The anticipation is killing me whether or not I get it, but I can only hope they hit me back with good news. I been drooling over this place for months and yes it suits me just fine. High ceilings, brick type walls and space is what I need to proceed. Long as I have my room for a pole and a stage. I can always practice before I preach dig it???

Noodlz came back and he gave me a call to lemme know how things went. Good to know that he came back. He says Amsterdam is the truth and if it wasn't for his wife, he would've been there the whole time. Shit, I gotta go...but not for what he talking about. I rather perform, and THEN hit the hot spots. He no longer gets on me about certain things which is cool, yet he is still Noodlz. We joked on about everything, but got real serious when we talked about the Stankees sweeping us earlier this month.

"You saw dat shit? Fucking Yank me bitches, who the fuck they think they are huh?"
"Noodlz, calm down man, we got em earlier this year."
"So da fuck what? I'll shove Jeter's fucking head in a dryer and fix his fucking face, hate that fuck you know?"
"Yeah, maybe when they come here, we can pop him one from the stands"
"Heeeeeeeey....that's not a bad fucking idea, maybe even get that GayRod too."
(Fish eye look at the phone) "Uh.....slow down man, too much Vino during dinner man."
"You tryin' to fucking disrespect me? You fuck? Fugghedaboutit"
"Yeah fugghedaboutit indeed"
"Fuck you"
"Hey fuck you"
"You coming to dinner with the family Sunday?"
"Is that a request?"
"Shit yeah, football with Uncle P* is the shit"
"It's on."

and like that, we cool. I gotta give it to my man, he's full of laughs, yet when he's serious, you gotta stop him...potential for some shit to go down is like 90%.

Anyway, I'm chillin. Today, I show love to all New Yorkers who either was born, raised, and lived in the state. Even the ones I don't like, you all are in my thoughts on this day.

Including the Yankees.

I'm out
The SoD