this nigga

damn, nigga got his internet taken from him right as he was about to change the world with his blog. shit. oh well, guess this revolution gotta get paused for a hot one.

shit, last night a nigga was at a club in the lower east side watchin his boys rock band perform at their record release party, flirtin with his big tittied sister and drinking a scotch and soda, my poison of choice for the occasion. after each drink i would declare that it was my last but fools kept floating the dough for more and the evening kept stretching further. after a while cats got geared up and were hittin the bathroom in twos every ten minutes. next thing ya know its last call and a niggas bummin a cab to the hood with his homie. suckas straight broke so his dogs gotta foot the bill. at 5am a nigga finally gets home and tries to catch some streaming porno before he crashes but his fuckin internets trippin so just a joint gets blown and hes down for the count.

and of course a nigga wakes up half hour after he was supposed to already BE at work. all hung over, mouth parched, trying to piece together a lie to email the office before he shows up at noon. but oh yeah, the internets down, so fools cant email and just gotta walk in and take the heat. of course there was none, in this industry a late night and a hungover morning is normal practice, so a nigga just slides in unnoticed like boom. still, i had to leave earlier than usual, a nigga wasnt feelin to well, knowhatimsayin?

now im at a cafe by the palace jackin its speedy wireless network while i tap on my brothers borrowed laptop. this spot is in full swing at 8pm on a wednesday. packed with baseball capped five oclock shadowed guys and cute brunettes in strappy rayon tops. like its a fucking singles bar. they got 'I Got the Power' by Snap blasting on the overhead. what the fuck? has a nigga fallen to sleep and is having a dream where his local cafe, usually fraught with hyperactive toddlers and late 30 something housewives during the day, has transformed itself into a potential poon pick up spot? where the hell am i? for real do', fill a nigga in.