musings

Friday, August 25, 2006

my body is ya PooNanE MVP

went to jade terrace... had a good time...me and my boy ride to duane reade on 111th(i was droppin him off) get back from the store and battery is straight dead! ....waited for 45 minutes for triple A cab dude comes and charges me 10 dollas for the boost i pay the man and bounce @330am(mind u i was posed to be to work at8 today). get home parked turn car off. tried to turn it back on and once again no juice....i go to sleep @415 tight knowing i was gonna have to deal wit bull shit @715 am(had to move whip cuz of parking regulations) pops comes down boost me @745 drive over to sunoco they get me new battery and misc other shit for 120 dollas and im at work an hour latre than 'expected' ... 4 hours short on sleep..

with that being said:
I am going to create problems this weekend. I have a vengance within me.
have a great one.
one yaself

Wednesday, August 09, 2006

I rediscovered my wife 2k6(RIP)

This is one of my chapters of my memoir due to be published in 2023. This chapter is entitled:

I found/rediscovered my wife but....

Part 1:
ok so the story goes....4,5,6 months ago(at this point now it is 9,10months), I went hanging out with one of X's co workers and her friend one night with Keynote. We met them at Exit and tried to get in around 130 am but they were charging $40. So we about faced and called them and told them we were not going to be getting in . They told us to wait because it was already 2am and they were ready for a different venue. (It was de co worker's birthday, (A-mone is her name). So we jumped in the BAGmobile and headed over to a lil spot on houston. .
When the ladies jumped in the BAGmobile, one said, 'who lap am I sitting on?' Thats when I knew it was gonna be an interesting night....So we were trading jokes back and forth in the coche as we drove. Apparently, I said something that did not go over too well because one of the two girlies got quiet. (which one u ask?, ..the one I was playing man D on)...
So we hop out the BAGmobile at the spot on Houston and I start over, mad quietly, asking homegirl about her self and interests and junk as we walked to the spot. (we parked 5,6 blocks away). She start to open back up and I slipped in a few jokes here and there.
We get up in the spot after waiting outside for a while because the trinity was in front of the spot (FDNY, NYPD & EMS). It was a cold, fall night so the halfway drunk gals had to pee and we lobbied to get them inside so they could urinate. So while they were inside I made a comment to Keynote like, "Yo dis could de baddest joint I ever had dropped in my lap"(dats not verbatim). He laughed in agreement (Me & Keynote has had many adventures in this film called Life; many good, but way too many bad).
So after the trinity pushed a stretcher out with a dude leaking all out his brain, we goes inside and get it poppin. Almost immediately gals get drinks in dem courtesy of X and the DJ puts on the tunes. I peep shorty dancing for like .3 songs and decide for me to "GO IN". So I creep up on shorty so she see me comin. She makes a 'lets see what u got face'. So I pulls up my pantalones and give her the best diddybop I had in my body at dat point, and shorty is lovin it. DJ taking folks back and threw on 2,3 of her personal favorites cuz homegirl is throwing it on me soo bad I had to apologize to her. I told her, 'she can dip it low if she want, but my knee joints are not gonna allow me to rock. So when she bring it back up, I will be right here waiting on it'. She looks at me and I say, 'Im serious' and she cracks up. She says OK and proceeds to make my eyes water from utter elation. We dance it out for 45 minutes, give or take 15 minutes, then it was time to go.
We go outside and all of a sudden I become Chris rock/ Redd Foxx / Eddie Murphy/ Bill Cosby and Richard Pryor reincarnate because I got these girls falling all over the ground in laughter. Chatel, literally, is so tipsy that she is finding every 2 statements I utter so funny she partially collapses to the ground. We are walkin back to the BAGmobile as we stop in Dunkin Donuts to get de drunken sisters some water. While the boyz are in de store, we got A-mone simultaneously vomiting and telling jokes next to a car bumper and Chatel still laughing. Finally me and Chatel get to the car and we start towards Amy Ruth's. For the first time in a while, the night is going my way. We hit a sick traffic jam @ like 330am. Someone decided to play bumper cars with the wall. Needless to say we were bumper to bumper traffic for 20 minutes or so. Where was I u ask? All over the legs of a one Ms Chatel and telling jokes as A-mone tries to give Chatel some water, which was full of her backwash.



At Amy Ruth's, the drunkenness started to wear off and it was easy to see that both ladies were starting to feel very embarrassed about their current state. I was proud of them actually. No one threw up in the BAGmobile. No one threw up on themselves. No one was complaining about dumb stuff. I was happy to be with them at this hour after all we had been through.
So Amy Ruth's is basically a blurr to my sober self but we made plans to all get up for some other hang out session and I reminded them that my birthday falls in January and me and Ms Chatel need to figure sumthin out and she said sure. I seen the homie from the block that run with DJ Will & DJ Self and dem Union boys. I forget his name right now. He gives me the 'good job' head nod. I nod right back appreciating the acknowledgment.
We leave and head to de Bx and eventually after a nap, we figure out the plan. I 'take one for the team and drive the ladies back to Queens (damn near local streets after the bridge because they could not give me the most time efficient directions. They gave me the opposite since it took me 1/3 the time to get home as it did). Now I noticed Chatel was mad quiet and sat in de backseat of the car on the way to Queens so for some idiotic reason I took her silence and passiveness over the last few hours as being uninterested. So you all know I can be a recalcitrant dude when I want to. So in my head Im getting myself more hyped I was like "yoo I brought this girl mad joy , mad laughter, mad smiles, a great night and she not gonna say anything OR give me her number". I said this to myself mad times durin the drive so I was convinced it was her fault and I am perfect and a genius on all levels. So I drops them off and I give them the quick 'im out'. Mind u, I had only slept like 2 hours in the last 24, so looking back on it, I was probably a bit cranky.
Mind u, I was not sweating the situation because we all had a great time the night before and me and my dudes go out at least once every 2 weeks somewhere. So I just knew I was going to see those ladies within the next 2,3 weeks. I figured everyone unmarried and young in NYC goes out at least twice a month.
Boy did I figure wrong.

Part2:
Roughly 20 weeks later..........
So Sunday night @ Branch, I am in the spot making the rounds. So it is a good night cuz we got in out of the cold real easy like, bouncers were cool. I see the homie Keynote runnin with Lil Jamaica. I see the homie AntG. and his 3 boyz. I say whatup to Jarred and Dale(who had no broads with him for the first time ever). The 3 kings Aden, Elkhair and BabzBunny were already in the house. The homie Loe H. makes his way in the building. Tayo B and Dub rode with me up in the spot.
So I am tossing banter back and forth with Keynote and he say "Yo suhn I see sumthin that just walked in the door that is gonna F ya head up". Excited and perplexed, I turn and see A-mone and before I get to place where I know her from, I see her friend Chatel.
Now pardon the fluidity of the story but have u ever been so happily, pleasantly surprised out of the blue that you were speechless. In awe, shock /amazement? Well if you could bottle all three of those up thats what I felt at that moment. I immediately started giggling like I won the lottery. Chatel walk up to me on some 'hiiiiii'. I honestly dont know if I ever even responded verbally. I opened up my arms like an infant who could no speak and she hugged me up and gave me the beso on the cheek. I still dont know if I comprehended the situation. I think I might have thought I was dreaming on some 'daydream' type stuff.

Since I was with Keynote, who was with Big Trinica, Chatel asked "is she with you guys?" I said yeah yeah dats.....ummm Doe(sumtimes I 4get her real name). She introduces herself as I did the touchdown dance behind Chatel. I think I had the rapid heartbeat joint poppin off. I still cannot remember what the heck happened next. I was sooo in awe/ shock I think I turned and ran to my homie Loe H. like 'suhn ohmyGsus!' and then ran back. We exchanged some more pleasantries and I literally fell back.
She was with a group of 5,6 people that included 1 or 2 dudes. (I always scout the potential opposition before I leave a scene). So she went to the bar with A-mone to take advantage of the 2 for 1 drink special. I went and told the first story to as many of my peoples as I could because I was sooooooooooooo happy on some lil, homeless kid waking up Xmas morning to find an Xbox, a race car and a Costco bag of Skittles in a brand new house.
SO you all know me, I knew I was loookin mad super sprung(or so I thought) so I faded to the back for mad long. I had de homie Loe H. over on the opposite wall filling him in on mad different stuff about how I almost told this other broad to come thru to the shindig to 2 step it out with me and other issues and junk. So the party gets mad crowded, so I try to play it mad cool on some Imma let her breathe but as soon as I see the first varmit step to her on the dance floor Imma scoop her right up when she done with him.
I see the varmit get his 1, maybe 2, songs in so I moved in, on some when she cut him loose imma make the 'fumble recovery and try to take it to the house'. So I manuever over and I see she is loose. I slide thru with the hand and grab her arm ever so gently and motioned for her to come hither.(oh yeah,fyi, ya boy was hype) Mad people were there like who does this fool think he is?...I laughed because the cockiness spewed forth from my veins into this move. She looked like 'who is grabbing my arm?' she traced the arm back to the torso and looked at me like 'ohhhhh yeah . ok.' She smiles and looks down as she walks over to me. At this point, I did another touchdown dance in my head.
All I could tell myself was 'please!, dont no one start fighting and shoot the club up.' Now we gettin it in, 2 steping it out and I am doing my best not to cheese all in her face. (I aint really describe her but she has some ridiculous color eyes that in de lounge made me feel like was on drugs. Hazel, or Light brown, I dont even really know.(coulda be green). So she catch me staring at her and she smile mad big again den she starts laffing. She asked me ' U ok?' Then in my greatest Snopp Dogg from Deep Cover impression, Im like 'hellllll yeah.' She cracks up. another song or 2 comes on and she starts slightly pointing at her self and thought she said 'do u want my loins?' (OK maybe I didnot think that but I definitely wanted her to say that) she was sayin u think u ready for the back? I said sumthin like 'lemme take a deep breath first'. she cracks up and proceeds to turn around give me the business mad elegantly. no bending over(well 90 degrees at least). no hands on the wall(for leverage , of course). just 'pure grown woman flexin'. Needless to say, I was elated. I remembered to take a peek from her to scan the crowd for onlookers/ envious evildoers. The homie KDaton came thru and I dapped him up along with Listenear. I told Chatel, 'pardon me thems my homies from the highschool days. 'U want to go catch up?', she asked. 'With them?', I said, 'Nahhhh u stay right here.'
She makes this ohsnap/Im blushing face and I proceeded to give her the best that I had at the moment. My knees have been thru many battles over 'Life'. But they were holdin me DOWN right then. So I am guessing an hour and change has passed by when she says 'yo u tired?' I say 'heelllllllllllllllllll yeah. ' She says 'why u aint tell me?' I said 'woman I was tired since last week, i suk it up'. She cracks up and says lets take a break. she points behind me and wants me to lead her out the crowd to the side/bar area. So Im like 'hmmm she wants me to lead her?' SO I turns knowing I will be creating a small scene by taking the gal's hand but F it though. She bad. So we walks thru the packed tight crowd to the bar.
Once we reached the bar, I told her 'Before I or we do anything else lemme get ya phone number". She turns around mad slow from the bar (she was preparing to order a drink) and says...'Umm Im moving back to Alabama in 2 weeks, for good.' I screamed out "What?!" Actually, I did a lil more than that. I slammed my fist on the bar and closed my eyes and sucked my teeth and realized that this is what I get for being soft.
So when I came to, I asked her 'Why?' She said the cost of living is way too much in NY and she has been struggling for mad long. (Alabama I already knew made sense for her because she told me before that she went to school down there and her twin sister is still down there.) Just then I realized that I was mad at everything involved with anything. I paid for her drink and stared at the television screen. Speechless for the second time that night. Im not sure what we chit chatted about but a few minutes later she says "Im going to go look for A-mone Are u going to be ok?" I said 'huh, yeah Imma be aight. Imma look 4 u in a while.'
I walks around de club mad confused and a lil tight. Tight for 2 reasons. One because I just rediscovered my wife and she told me she leaving me. The second reason was because I needed a plan B in the club and I could not find any available young ladies to 'take the pain away.'
I run into A-mone, who could not find Chatel. I tell her I just left her. I proceed to tell A-mone that Chatel just told me that she was moving back to Alabama. A-mone looked at me mad tenderly and said yeaahhhh. I did my best Roc Emerson impression and kicked at the floor and yelled "DATS WACK!!" A-mone looked startled at first but she laffed and said I know.
So I roll thru the club chit chattin here and there getting more bothered by the lack of buttocks in de club. So it is time to go and I see Chatel and de crew she came in wit finally slowing down from partying. I got my coat on to make it obvious Im leaving. I walk over and I see A-mone. She and I exchange hugs and I tell her im out and it was good to see her. Chatel sees me and damn near jumps up out of the seat(it was de semi circle type seating arrangements where you have to tell ya neighbor to let you out so u can slide by). She is cheesing and goes, 'oh oh oh'. She grabs me up and goes' yo it was soo good to meet u' Mind u she is staring all in my eyes at the moment. So u know me when I am around pretty eyed broads, I aint even really comprehending much and could verbalize even less. I told her likewise and good luck in Alabama. She kisses me on the cheek mad fast like 3,4 times. And she compliments me on my smile and I could only muster up a "jus trying to keep up with you'. . . As we parted, I once again turned into Roc Emerson. I damn near yelled for Joey.
this concludes this portion of I found/rediscovered my wife but....memoirs from ya boy Em Aye Es....feedback is appreciated. my soul weeps still.
word.

Friday, August 04, 2006

part 3 of de beanz

So at this point I realize that relocatedbostonboo is very distant physically and has been such for the entire time I have known her. SO as we sit on the bench I made sure to sit right in the middle of the seat. She sits on the edge. At this point, im realizing this is gonna be a losing battle for me. I’m really gotten into understanding body language and such lately. She is mad bashful at points and ‘rowdy mouthed’ at others. We are having a dope conversation anyway. We were making fun of the drunk looking Asian dude who walked by in an extremely absurd designed/color shirt. Then we talked about the Gsus people and the literature they passed along to her. I gave her a stern lecture on why u must actively ignore the Gsus people. I also told her she must learn to ignore random fools in the street if she is ever gonna make it in the big city. She kept turning as we walked to check the well being of a random roller blading fool with no protective gear.

She also chatted up the Gsus people for way too long as we strolled by them dudes.
Now as we sat, I started to notice the ease the conversation flowed with. I was pretty at ease. Just sittin and chillin, which is more than fine with me. Many of you that know me know how tough it is for me to have a halfway decent conversation with a young lady without wanting to toss her overboard. We spoke about my penchant for Dawson’s Creek in my late teenaged years.
Later we eavesdropped on an ebony and ivoryish looking couple (shit it was night and about 200 feet away). They were getting it poppin on an adjacent bench. At some point during the eavesdropping she asked me ‘if I ever had sex in public?’ before I could think of a witty response I said, ‘noooooooo?’ I have roughly 34 alternate responses to that question if I am ever asked it again. Seriously. As quickly as that question came out of nowhere it left because a wheel chair dude came by(mad slowly, like he was working for the feds) and picked up some trash from a bench to our left.
Later, we got into a way too deep conversation about Islam and our experiences with Islam. I had to cut that short though, because serious conversations on the weekends annoy me. We sat and spoke for probably close to two hours next to Frog Pond. After the Shakespeare people left we bounced soon after that. We walked to the Tookie station on Park Street and for some reason (no credit card usage?) we left that station. We walked to another station about 5, 6 blocks away. No credit card Usage there either I guess cuz we left there too. Finally we end up back at the original station, South Street. I laugh because it was just an interesting night and in no way was I halfway upset. Although, I just walked an unnecessary 3/4 mile with no titties being pulled out all night.



When we got the back to the crib we watched some playboy bunny thing on TV and an episode of House. Both were ok shows. We joked for a while as she sat in the big ass chair and I sat/laid on the futon, mad far away. She prefaced her sitting on the big ass chair by stating that the futon was very uncomfortable, which it was. SO sad. Anyway I gets dumb sleepy cuz we walked all around the world (the 15 minute walk to the train from the crib, walk thru the park then walk to 3 different Tookie stations and then the 15 minute walk from the Tookie on the way back.) and it was about 1 am. She tells me again that I should not sleep on the futon and I should get the aero bed. I turn and look at her to see if I could read some body language to give me an out into the ‘money room’ but her back was to me. No dice. Sigh
So I takes my ass and gets the aero bed, fills that shit up and went to sleep less than 2 minutes after I laid the fuk down.
She told me she gotta be to work by 11 so I woke up @8 so I could shower and give her a good 90 minute period left over so she could do her girlie thing. So after I got dressed I found Martin’s Runteldat DVD and put that shit on and chilled out as I awaited sleeping beauty’s arrival. I was dying. Martin had me rolling. I for some reason had remembered the flick being sub par. I have no clue why I felt that way. I realized I had fell asleep when I saw her standing asking me if I was ‘reat 2 go?’ I grabbed up my stuff and we headed out. Lik called me as soon as we walked out the building because we were posed to meet up early that evening for some wedding stuff. It was dumb hot that day. I realized relocatedbostonboo was sweatin for the first time ever as we waited for the Tookie. As we rode I whispered lil shit here and there into her ears and thanked her for her diligence. She smiled mad much, again. I got off the Tookie and departed but not before I made a scene (posed with my hands spread apart) as her train pulled off.
Sigh
Off to the Fung Wah station I went….
So sad

Thursday, August 03, 2006

part 2 of beans beans good for ya heart?

...So ya boy gets on the elevator which smelled unlike a gated community’s elevator to the third floor. Relocatedbostonboo was standing there like ‘yo I was downstairs waiting but u took forever.’
‘My bad,’ I replied ‘I walked through your hood as opposed to driving through.’ I remember thinking I hope she don’t think we about to just sit up in the crib all night.(our relationship is not at that level and I was not trying to travel 5 hours on the bus to sit in the crib when it is dumb nice outside).
So me, being the proactive dude I am, took a look around and said, ‘Did you eat?’ She was like ummm nahhh’. So I said ‘yo we going to sumthin to eat before sundown cuz I know boston is a place that shut down everything around sundown….so what u want’ she pumpfakes on her meal selection and I asked her to toss me a phonebook and I yelled out mad shit and she wanted to holla at a Chilli’s or a bootleg equivalent. No dice. So we decide to get on the Tookie (story to be discussed later (Loe H know what it is)). We walk to the train during which I get a call from my momma stating someone got shot outside the church( no not in the bx, but harlem. -Dipsetpurplecitybirdgang-) no death though. So after relaying my convo wit my momma to Relocatedbostonboo (she found it funny that someone got shot in de ass outside of a church on a Sunday; FYI I did too)
I realize Im running in the racing of the bulls and tells her ass to slow the fuk down why are we walking so damn fast, she cracks up like ‘im sorry I always walk like this’. I told her im not carl lewis and it is a Sunday afternoon so there is no need to be running like the klan is on us.
So we talking and walkin, chattin and stepping and get to the Tookie. She points out the dead bird hanging from the damn ceiling and I laugh and go closer. Good times. So we gets to some stop 3,4 stops away and she suggest that we grub there cuz everywhere else might be closed already. I said ‘ok im following u.’ we goes to a MCdonalds and make bigoted statements placing pseudo bets on which cashier can speak English the best (English was looking like the 2nd language at best for most of the workers). We both lost cuz the dude we picked to ‘serve us’ cannot understand her southern/proper jargon and I gotta play translator and we both got the giggles cuz of the dumb shit we were talking moments before pimpN asked us what we wanted and it also did not help that we were asking about everything short of the ingredients in the special sauce and if they had insurance. So we laugh and get our food hoping to Gawd that dere is no spit in our shit.
So we grab a- oh shit I forgot to tell u that Relocatedbostonboo said. So I tells her jus get what she wants, I got her, she goes ‘uh oh dinner and a movie in the same weekend? Im definitely gonna have to give u some tonight’ I turned and gave her the happy version of the Arnold Drummond shit ‘what u talking about’? She jus giggled mad hard and shook her head. I had to laugh at that one.
So we sits down and we eatin and I get into a comedic rhythm and she crackin up as we laugh at a old ass Asian girl who was sounding like an infant makin mad noises, laughing at mad gay dudes who seem to be spilling out from everywhere, and pigeons walking around in the building. Good times. We leave to go walk around. We walks around all over the damn place. We finally walk past her job building and to the park. We gonna call it Park Street Park cuz we both been there before but never knew the name of the place. Some Shakespeare in the park shit is poppin off and we debate watching it until we both realize that that shit is dumb. And we walked over to Park Street Park Frog Pond. We cop a seat and chills the fuk out. The pond is mad desolate & isolated so im like hmmm moonlight, no rats and not many bums..I might need to get it poppin if Ima have a chance at all this weekend this is it. So.....
Tune in next time for part 3……

Tuesday, August 01, 2006

Bean Beans good for ya Heart?

SO I went to Boston this weekend. On Saturday, I slept for an hour before Sonny’s Son drove me to the base of the Manhattan Bridge so I could catch my bus. I was about 15 minutes late because of some random ass traffic on the FDR @745am on a Saturday. But it was all good. Fo' I am a G. and the next bus came 4 minutes after the first left.

My homie SuitKase picked me up from 700 Atlantic avenue around 2 pm on Saturday after I got through the station. We went over to Gayhead street and dropped off my bag and said hello to some family and continued onto the BBQ. I called my relocatedBoston Boo and she aint pick up, again. However I knew she was gonna be at work til late afternoon so I was not trippin off of that too much. Me and SuitKase ride on down in the Blue Bu to Somerville Mass to a Dana Hall reunion. Dope ass garage BBQ wit tender ass chicken and sweet corn on the cob.
I sees Agnes and gives her a hug and we chop it up for a minute. I pass along all of the information about what everyone is doing and who I have spoken to within the last 5,6,7,8 months and we discuss for a while. I forgot to tell you all that my stomach was on some geyser shit. I knew it was gonna pop off but I just did not really know when.
So the whole time im there and trying to fulfill my nourishmental duties, I am nervous as all hell. Anyway, the hostess with the huge breastses was talking to me about something and I asked her to repeat herself cuz I clearly was not listening. I watched these crazy broads play beer pong for like an hour while waiting for the next step in our journey. It was a good time though.
So we mosey on over to Niketown to see grown ass#3. I also thought I was gonna get some kicks but alas they aint have my size so I left them alone. So grown ass number #3 get in the car and I finally hit relocated BostonBoo on the cell fone to see if she wanted to get up. So we all deciedde to get grub then hit up the flicks later. We go back to gayhead street and we find out the time, location of the flicks and we make plans concrete. Then we changed them. Then we cemented them, again. So while dinner is getting readied my the Boston/Haitian mom of the year and her helper, we steal grownass#3 aka Navigator to get us to the fenway movies (so we can get the tickets in advance and also be productive as the grub gets prepared and relocatedBostonBoo gets dressed) bring us over to UMass boston to pick up relocatedBostonBoo in the Blue Bu. SO we finally gets there and we head back to Gayhead street for the grubbery.
Damn that shit was dope. It was soo dope I almost had to get 2,3 plates forgetting we were just getting grub before we hit the flicks some chicken breast chunks wit bream broccoli and some sort of linguini. Aww man. Tasted like candy out this muphukka.
So we all piled into the blue Bu and hotfooted it up in the theater. We get up in the crowded ass room and quickly find 6 available seats. Immediately I start to wonder how I could try to play ‘touchbutt’. But I get distracted by the coming attractions and such.
Anyways the long ass flick comes on and then goes off and I am left with a feeling of ‘dat was some bulllllshit’. No one of the good guys dies. NONE. That’s wak not even a foot solider type henchman.
Anyways we make our way to Gayhead street and to chill and seems like everyone is dead tired(which makes sense since everyone has been up since before 9 am and it is now 2am) me, relocatedbostonboo and SK watch Jackass for like an hour before SK decides he is ready to drop shorty off. Real talk, I was dead tired from after the flicks so I ready for her to get dropped off then, but I knew there was no way I was gonna be able to express myself without sounding nutz. So I just chetdephukup. We dropped homegal off and made it back toGayhead street safe and sound. And go to sleep virtually immediately.

Sunday I awoke (somewhat) to a blaring smoke detector. I lifted one eyelid open (at the moment which eyelid eludes me) to make sure it wasn’t a fire. I recognized (sans contacts mind you, which for me is quite impressive) that they were fanning the smoke detector and went right de fuk back to sleep. I was tired dawg. Like a double shift of pickin cotton tired. So I wakes up speak to SK about the day’s plan and he leaves to drive some folks around and I expect him back within 35-45 minutes so I jumps into the shower and gets my cleansing on. I jumps out clean and then gets dressed and watch the Mets dismantle the Braves, again. I was hype. SK comes back raring to go. Therefore, we out. Cuz im hype wit mad hours of sleep in my pocket. So we go walkin up to the strip mall and see whatup. Aint shit poppin. I calls my relocatedBostonboo and her punk ass was dead sleep, but I knew that she told me she was gonna be comatosed til late afternoon. So SK and I went about running thru the streets in Cambridge watching the folks and being the rare species that were are.
Finally after we get back to Gayhead street and grab my stuff relocatedBostonBoo hollers back like’ yo im up but I really think im going back to sleep very soon, but im here’. SK andAgnes had 7pm flight so they decided to drop me off the relocatedBostonboo’s crib @6 and then they boogied on to their flight. I walked into the gated community passing by the guy wit the lump/ tumor on his eyebrow, passing by the gang of old people who just stared at me. Also passing by the group of big black dudes wit 2, 3 white guys and a white girl playing soccer on the central green. It made me smile. I flashed back to Conncoll for a tiny sec. I rings the bell and madame buzzes me in
…..to be continued….. tune in next time for