*wiping dust off this thing*

I don’t even know the last time I wrote something here.

Okay, that’s a lie. Especially since these here blogs are timestamped and all sugarcoatery sweet. But you get the point. The kid took a mean two week vacation from all of his jobs.

The kid = me.

I ventured to the good ole dirty South and the dirty streets of New York City. I didn’t do much of anything but sit around and watch television with the joy of knowing that I didn’t have to wake up too early or anything. If all I wanted to do was scratch myself all day, then by George, all I had to do was scratch myself.

Well, that and stay hydrated. It was dastardly hot down South. I saw old friends that I don’t get to see enough. I debated life and its hardships with people. Specifically the Michael Vick case which has managed to not even make CNN anymore. Oh what a short attention span we have in this country.

A good question was posed to me. This question baffled me since it had never even really dawned on me before it was posed by one of my hombres in the NYC. Harlem to be exact. Lennox Terrace stand up.

How in the hell does Michael Vick NOT have a plan in place to pay off any of his “boys” who are going to dime him out? Basically, what the fuck happened to the contingency plan in case shit went, ya know, wrong?

Like it did.

If I’m a multi-millionaire athlete with promises of muchos moreo denero, you better believe that I will never even almost face jail time. All of my compadres will be well paid and under the impression that as long as we all shut the fuck up, we’ll all live well. I wonder what happened in the Vick case.

I’m trying to decide if I plan on writing a review of Kanye’s album. I absolutely love it though I keep reading reviews that pan it. There seems to be a very polarized opinion on this album. It’s either hate or love without much in-between. Some folks think it needs to grow on them. All I know is that on September 11th, make sure you pick up Graduation. It’s not as ambitious an album as his last two but man, its one good ass album by any measuring stick.

You know who puts on one hell of a live show? Camp Lo. That’s who.

What the fuck does cranking that Roosevelt mean?

And how does one first crank that Roosevelt and THEN supersoak that ho? Does it work in reverse? Like can I supersoak a ho and then crank that Roosevelt or would that result in some other form of crankage?

Somehow, I need to know this in my life.

I watched Dreamgirls last night for the first time since I saw it at the movies. Hmm…it seemed way more terrible at home than it did at the movies. Perhaps it’s one of those films best suited (and only) suited for theaters because it just seemed long, boring, and way too singy. And I didn’t mind the singy at the theater.

But let me tell you what movie is good, Just Friends. Some random ass movie on Showtime had me in actual tears from laughing so hard.

Super Bad? Not so much though it was enormously funny despite serious lulls in the middle. Oh yeah, and it was a total emo cum homo-erotic tale of two boys who seemingly have to break up with one another. If another grown ass man puts his pointer finger on my nose twice in a loveydovey flick motion…I just might have to robocop that ho.

On Sunday night/Monday morning I returned home at roughly 430am. Across the street from me, was a man laying on a white Mustang. The catch? He was sleeping standing up resting his head on the roof of the car. This motherfucker fell asleep standing up and then leaning on his car. I swear I never want to be so drunk where robbery has to happen on GP. Luckily, I was raised right.

Hello world, meet Sugar Whitewall. Today, you do not know why you need to know who that is. Just know that it’s important to know the name Sugar Whitewall.

And cut.

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