The Bulletproof Dj

Jan 29, 2006 11:40

It's my first African American House party since like Spring, I wasn't really excited cuase I know I'd be doing twice the work for an 1/8 of the money. So, i'm trying to Dj over people while people are getting thrown into me and basically I was hot as hell. When all of sudden it's 3am and I'd been spending since nine. My boy comes up and offers to give me a break. I'm like yeah son I''m thristy. Then I realize my legs feel like jello. We made our way to the kitchen for some cola. I was like mmm cola cola. Damn it's 3 already. Damn someone is shooting outside, man I'ma finsh this cola tho.
And I see mad people running outside and I'm like I'ma run back over to my setup and chill. I see people diving and shit running everywhere and what not. So I was like Damn Guess I'ma lay in this corner like a lil bitch behind all these amps.
So I hear shots firing off somemore and people are like we gotta go. Gotta go? Fuck that. I'ma chill till I hear a long break in the shot. in fact I'ma be the last person to leave dis bitch. I can't duck if I'm trying to dodge shots and carry turntables. It doesn't work like that. So yeah, it's no wonder black people have a bad name. It's the few who have to ruin it for the rest of us. :)
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