--- In motuffi@yahoogroups.com, "motuffi" <motuffi@y...> wrote:
Yeah, it's been an event filled week!! Ain't even got to the weekend
yet!
Did the usual. Booked a tour. Did it. Can't talk about that, due to
client/provider privelege (hey, if I spouted off at the mouth &
dropped names every time a famous person booked a tour, I wouldn't be
doin' too much bid'ness, as lately that's the people been bookin'
tours & I'd sure hate to lose 'em).
But we can speak on the other shit (you all know what a tour entails,
anyway).
Did Lisa's hair for her: strawberry blondish, with the highlights.
She looks all awesome & even more fuckable now. Used left-over
highlighter from her doin' my hair...Yeah, right now, my shit's all
beamin', lookin' like an Eminem-wannabe (ya'll who know me know I was
doin' my hair like that while he was still in diapers). But I do it
for the effect it's gonna' have in like 2 months, when some of the
darkness has grown out beneath the blonde shit. When my hair gets to
that stage, it looks really spooky & I just like it, even tho' it
only lasts a few weeks ('cuz my hair grows so fast).
Went down to the island with Lisa in the later evening, one night. We
cruised all around & parked & fucked & smoked down & watched TV &
shit.
Then, took her down there during the day right after she got home
from work. Sat in one of our usual spots & proceeded to roll a mini.
A homeless dude was walkin' by & Lisa gave him a dollar & a few
Newport 100s. He was older, white, bearded & I noticed that, for a
homeless guy, he had better teeth than I have (my teeth are fucked,
I'm gonna' need major work from years of avoidin' the dentist).
Anyway, the homeless guy introduces himself as "Eric" (it's not his
real name). He had kind-of a rambling manner about him (you know:
rambled on about shit).
I invited him to cop a squat in my van while we burned the mini
(blunt). He wreaked a little bit. But the bud was good &
skunky. "Eric" talked about how he was from Wisconsin & was livin' in
the horse's ass on the island for about a year now. I was surprised,
havin' heard that, that I hadn't seen him down there before, bein' as
I'm always cruisin' the island (well, a few times a week). But people
can not see people, so I didn't think he was lyin'.
A minivan pulled up next to us & I rolled down my window, which let a
cloud of skunky smoke waft out & into the window of the minivan. The
chubby hot sistas were sellin' candy. I bought Lisa a melted candybar
for a buck & the hot chubbies pulled away.
I rolled up my window & went back to listenin' to "Eric" ramble. He
was buggin' Lisa, I could tell by the expression on her face. "Eric"
took the hint after a while & bid us farewell & got out of my van
from the side door thru' which he'd entered. Gave the guy some apples
(cut-up in a plastic bag, ready to eat), a peanut butter sandwich
Lisa had just made for me & some ice in a bottle to put water on. He
stashed the shit we gave him in the clothes he was wearin', which had
to be hot on that afternoon. I watched him in my mirrors, as he
continued to make his rounds around the island, stopping & askin'
people for bottles, like he did us when he approached us. I noticed
no-one else was as inviting to the guy as we were. But I knew I was
safe with Lisa, 'cuz she's had all sorts of self defense training &
also carries a small blade that she knows how to use. The guy was a
little scary, I guess, if you don't have a Lisa to protect you.
"Eric" finally disappeared. So, I started up my van & took Lisa for a
cruise around the island & back around to the entrance loop, into the
middle & towards the "pee-spot" (where Tanglewood Drive used to end,
before one of the follies of Mayor Coleman Young built a bigger Zoo
over it that the city would later not be able to afford to
maintain...it's full of deer right now).
Went back out into the maindrag & crept thru' banger way. Saw all the
hoochies (future ghetto crak hoes out in they daddies cars), barin'
they asses, tryin' to get bruthas to stop & lay game on 'em. Saw the
tuff-perpetrators, all stancin', lookin' tuff, like they ain't gonna'
be bent-over when they get to the joint around some "real" thugs. Saw
the real thing, too. You can tell when you see a "real"
gangsta', 'cuz he ain't all loud, tryin' to attract unwanted
attention to himself from the po-poes (they be lookin' all dignified,
old & harmless & shit, now those the mafuckas you wanna' show some
respect).
Jetted around to the waterslide & parked in the clique of vans that
always be there. Watched some TV & burned a mini & watched a fine-
assed chubby sista wigglin' her booty to some old funk the bruthas
had blastin'. It was a moment in ghetto paradise. Po-poes just
cruisin' on by, like they can't smell the bud in the air...Yep. The
part of this city that I loved: Just bein' able to hang, with no
stupid childish bullshit happenin' to try to impress a buncha' empty-
headed skanks that ain't gonna' be good for nothin' but givin' head
to your homies no way. Yeah, the van clique was some older bruthas,
done been there & done that (like me & Lisa). Still doin' a little
bit, but not enough to get jammed-up over (see what I'm sayin'?). Sat
there for an hour or two, just chillin'.
Came home. Went thru' my emails. Got some "possibles". One of 'em
might work out (the assistant/ho/slave I'm lookin' for). But until
someone's actually here in Detroit, by my side, the position is still
standin' open for that industrious ho that can get herself here
first. But that's neither here nor there.
Heard from my kid. His mom's still a bitch. His sister hates her but
acts just like her. He's on paper (probation), or he'd just come stay
with me (maybe when he's off paper & by then I'll have bought another
place & be chillin' somewhere else even more cool than this place).
Gonna' build a little empire for him before I disappear (me & my new
ho are gonna' run away together, if she's game). Figured he could
have all the music I've accummulated over the years. The future
generations might appreciate hearin' what inspired alot of what's
popular right now (when this shit has all fizzled away & music has
come back full-circle, as it always does, every 2 decades). My son
will be the new big man on campus, then.
Backed away from the music thing a little bit lately. The bands I was
supposed to sit-in with had to play without me, as I was too
engrossed in my own self-pity to go jam with them. To those guys, I
apologize. Ladies (biyatches), you know you don't need me for this
thing. But it's sure great that you're includin' me in it like you
do. I haven't produced a radio-friendly song in more than 2 years
now. Yet you guys keep me in this circle & I appreciate it.
Gotta' get back to tha' shit ('yo)...But you know where to find me...
mo
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