wha? huh? bledababledababledaba
last night was a night full of poor life choices. went to a show at the emerson, go the down low on some fucking awesome bands, one of which, Black Cobra, I am rocking right now. It's the sweet, slow plodding sounds of one man and his guitar and his drummer, playing heavy as shit.
Other bands, Burial Year, Torche, Phoenix Bodies, and Angelville (i just CAN'T get into them).
I met up at the show with none-other than Skiptown MF Marlin. We proceeded to get creeped out by the rent-o-cop at the VP (Village Pantry for all you not in on the vernacular) during our quest for 40 oz bottles of the maltiest liquor. Exchange:
ROC (to old black dude looking at the locked booze cooler): "Sir can you put your hood down please."
Me (to same old black dude): "Yeah man, didn't you hear about the new hood law saying that if you're black you can't wear hoods up in stores." (the dude got it; witness the ROC not getting it...).
ROC (to all): "Another VP just got robbed tonight."
Me (to Roc): "That's what Village Pantries are for, they are for robbing. I mean why else would the be in neighborhoods like this?" ::walk away in quest for more liquor::
Me (later): "I swore they had malt liquor here..." *grumble*
ROC (overhearing, being helpful): "Yeah it's right here at the Beer Blvd."
Me (to ROC): "Oh fuck yeah, that's it, thanks man." (To Clerk) "Can I get two King Cobras, and a bottle of boones sangria, please?"
ROC (to me): "Y'all having a real party tonight."
ROC (to all): "Hey there's my buddy rayburn." (talking about a cop car that just rolled through the parking lot)
ROC (To Everyone): "I got a girl coming over tomorrow night, not my girlfriend if you know what I mean, I'm going to cook her dinner and then, you know what i ha ha ham saying right." ::wink wink nudge nudge::
Me: ::Charging around aisles trying to pick out the perfect bag of chips to compliment the tasty malt liquor that the clerk was still retrieving:: (mumbling)"what the fuck ever."
I am not sure what happened but dude went from racist but helpful to Racist, Creepy, police psychophant in 5 seconds flat.
Then skip and I proceeded to rot brain on Katamari Damacy for 7 hours.
I went to bed/sleep at around 5:30 in the AM.
Like I said, poor life choices.
Other bands, Burial Year, Torche, Phoenix Bodies, and Angelville (i just CAN'T get into them).
I met up at the show with none-other than Skiptown MF Marlin. We proceeded to get creeped out by the rent-o-cop at the VP (Village Pantry for all you not in on the vernacular) during our quest for 40 oz bottles of the maltiest liquor. Exchange:
ROC (to old black dude looking at the locked booze cooler): "Sir can you put your hood down please."
Me (to same old black dude): "Yeah man, didn't you hear about the new hood law saying that if you're black you can't wear hoods up in stores." (the dude got it; witness the ROC not getting it...).
ROC (to all): "Another VP just got robbed tonight."
Me (to Roc): "That's what Village Pantries are for, they are for robbing. I mean why else would the be in neighborhoods like this?" ::walk away in quest for more liquor::
Me (later): "I swore they had malt liquor here..." *grumble*
ROC (overhearing, being helpful): "Yeah it's right here at the Beer Blvd."
Me (to ROC): "Oh fuck yeah, that's it, thanks man." (To Clerk) "Can I get two King Cobras, and a bottle of boones sangria, please?"
ROC (to me): "Y'all having a real party tonight."
ROC (to all): "Hey there's my buddy rayburn." (talking about a cop car that just rolled through the parking lot)
ROC (To Everyone): "I got a girl coming over tomorrow night, not my girlfriend if you know what I mean, I'm going to cook her dinner and then, you know what i ha ha ham saying right." ::wink wink nudge nudge::
Me: ::Charging around aisles trying to pick out the perfect bag of chips to compliment the tasty malt liquor that the clerk was still retrieving:: (mumbling)"what the fuck ever."
I am not sure what happened but dude went from racist but helpful to Racist, Creepy, police psychophant in 5 seconds flat.
Then skip and I proceeded to rot brain on Katamari Damacy for 7 hours.
I went to bed/sleep at around 5:30 in the AM.
Like I said, poor life choices.