monkey what?

Indian monkey love fruit incense. It's here, and it's burning. However, it doesn't smell like monkeys fucking while eating fruit, what a rip-off.

Journey Through The Mexican Ghetto (part 5)

After sitting in the hot tub for a while, the coca in the plate next to it was finished. Our shortage forced to head back to the room, where we would finish what was left. This didn't take very long. By now, around 3am, we were very drunk, and very coked up. Jim was the most fired up, and he decided to go for a walk into the dark streets to find more action. After he left, Craig and I deliberated on whether or not to sleep before leaving town. Craig chose sleep, and I was still awake. Jim comes back to say he found absolutely nothing, and quit searching. We sat on the balcony and drank more; all the while, he is pestering me to get a cab, so we can go back to the other side of town. "More beer, more cigarettes, more girls, more blow!" he demands. I'm telling him the night is over, and it's probably dead downtown. For the next forty-five minutes, we go back and forth with the argument, and I finally give in just to shut him up. He goes to the office, wakes the clerk, and has him call us a cab.
Jim and I wait for a while outside and freeze our asses off in the process because the wind has whipped up a lot. Finally, the cab gets there, and there are two guys in the front, Jim and I get in the back. Neither of them speaks a lick of English, so I try to communicate with them in my broken Spanish. "Senorial y Babe's, es despacio?" "Si, Si." “Ok… coca?" "Si." "Seis cervezas?" "Si." "Cigarettes?" "Si." For those of you who understand no Spanish, that basically means that the downtown district was dead (as I told Jim it would be), but we were going to get the supplies we needed; cigarettes, beer, and blow. First, we pull up to a small house in a shitty neighborhood, "Cigarillos?" "Si, Marlboro Rojo." "Dinero? Viente pesos." All I had was a two-hundred peso bill, so I had to give him that. He gets out, goes up to a small peephole slot, gets a pack of smokes through it, and returns. After this, he drops off his friend in the front seat. Now we're driving out of town, out into the middle of nowhere, after a few minutes, we pull up to a lonesome pickup truck out in the dunes. He turns around and asks me "Cuando para la coca?" "Diezecinco dollares para la coca" "No, no; viente, cuarenta, sesenta dollares?" "Bien, viente dollares." Now I have to give him my five-hundred peso bill to get this shit, and I hope that change is returning, no matter though, because Jim was going to pay me back for this little journey. He gets out and walks up to this pickup truck, which has someone sitting in it, and as I stated, there was nothing else around for at least a mile. I think it was at this point that Jim and I were starting to get a little paranoid, believing that robbery and/or death was around the corner. The cabbie and his shady connection talk for a bit and he gets back in the cab. Jim asks to see the blow, but the cabbie is saying something about "Otro camino." Not being sure about what he means by this, we sit patiently in the back. We get back into town, and this guy is blazing down the backstreets. Next, we arrive on a corner, at the back of a building; he gets out, knocks on the backdoor, and receives a six-pack of Tecate. At this point, we believed that he had the cigarettes, coke, and beer. He was supposed to be taking us back to the hotel, but I noticed that he was driving very fast in the opposite direction. The paranoia was turning to nervousness. All of a sudden, he stops and gets out. No less than ten seconds later, two cars full of young men rush in from out of nowhere and flank us on both sides. This is when Jim and I look at each other, and are probably saying the same thing in our respective heads, Oh shit... Our driver is at another peephole, he is given a bundle, then he gets back in the car, and speeds away. Therefore, what we thought was about to be an ugly situation, was apparently nothing. But, can you blame us, when you're two white boys, buying drugs in a Mexican ghetto at 4.30am; such things happening are entirely possible.
So we sped back to the Vina Del Mar, and broke out our newly acquired supplies. After a beer and a couple lines, my stomach gives out, I’m puking into the toilet, and all I can taste is Tequila. A few minutes later, Jim is in the bathroom chopping up lines on the toilet, while I’m in the shower, washing my mouth out with Tecate, and spitting it down the drain. I do another line, and puke some more in the shower. Meanwhile Jim finds a storage room outside to shield us from the cold, so we’re able to hang out outside without freezing our asses off from the fierce ocean wind. He tells me to come out there, I do, and then I do another line. “Fuck this, I’m going inside.” I tell him. After a long hot shower, I go to bed, while Jim braves it out on the balcony, pounding Tecates, and finishing the blow.
I wake up a few minutes before checkout, and an hour before we have to leave the country, due to insurance regulations. I threw my shit in my bag, and we were off. Paraphrasing what Craig said, it was time to flee the scene of the crime. After a three and a half hour drive through the desert (while being beyond hung-over), we were back in Tempe. I open my apartment door, and am greeted with a big fat joint, and a square meal from Benny, who is staying at my place. We smoke the joint and Benny tells me an entertaining story about an ex-girlfriend of mine who performed live sex acts while I was in Mexico. Whatever… time for sleep.
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that's it, the Mexico story is done.

Skeletor

The word of the day is Skeletor. And I don't mean that silly ass He-man villian pictured above. I mean drugs, they call them Skeletors; I don't know what they are, but we're taking them. Every time we've been to this hermit's house up on the mountain, he says "Skeletor... Skeletor!", and throws a few of the Skeletor pills our way. Anyway, it's shower time now, then off to some wild ass party that the locals are throwing.

Wandering Into Vermont

Greetings from the middle of nowhere. Yes, I've traveled. Tempe to DC, DC to Burlington VT, Burlington to Ludlow VT. We're out here, and things are fuzzy. I caught my flight out here yesterday, and preparation was hell. I was so fucked off from the night before, that by the time I had to get my shit together, I felt that a heart attack was immenint. However, I somehow fought through that shit and completed my journey across the country. By the time I got there my heart was finally starting to relax. I'm out the gate, and I see Seaver and Julie immediatley. Their all fucked up, and Seaver is throwing chairs around in the terminal already. We hop in the car, get on the interstate, I'm offered a pill of E to snort, and a twelve pack of beer to drink. After a two hour ride through the blizzard, we made it to Ludlow. We got in, ate, drank, smoked, and slept; good times. Fuckhead wakes me up early, and I've barely slept in days. Then we rush out of the house with all the snowboarding gear, and the 9mm pistol that he decided to shoot out the front door last night. We go to the rental shop, grab a free pair of boots from his connection, then onto the mountain. Hit the bar first; early lunch, several beers, a couple shots, and we're on the slopes. Not for long though. Then we headed out to New Hampshire for tax-free liquor and smokes. On the way back we stopped at Seaver's friends place and shot the 9mm for a bit. After that we came back to Ludlow, regrouped, and went out for dinner. Then we hit the bar; I certainly met a bunch of the locals tonight. Now we're back at their place, with a few random people, drinking too much liquor, smoking an absurd amount of pot, and recklessy shooting guns off into the night.

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I'm lazy, I'm irresponsible, the Mexico story is not being finished tonight. I haven't even packed yet, and I need to go in a few hours. Came home from my third class, pounded four beers, grabbed Carmen, had many cocktails, had many shots. She left, others came shortly after; had some tweak, had another orgy; what the fuck again? Final installment when I return from Vermont next week, over and out.

Further Into The Mexican Night (part 4)

So I get back to the bar, and the gringo gang is all there. I run into Craig and he says that he just got scammed by some girl there. He was trying to get a private show with this girl he was in love with, she came by to talk to him, and told him he needed to buy her a drink if they were going to talk. So he buys the drink for her, the bartender tells him it costs eight dollars to buy a drink for the ladies; he pays. When she gets her drink, she gets up, and walks away. So, at this point he’s pissed. He tells me to go outside with him, we go, and then he’s telling me he wants to get some blow. So I hail down a taxi, ask him “Cocaina?” “Si.” We get in, we go, and off into the shady ghettoes of Mexico. This cabbie drives real fast down some backstreets; ask us for four-hundred pesos, stops, gets out, and goes up to some little peephole in the fence on the sidewalk. Exchanges are made; he gets back in the cab, and throws about three grams of blow our way. Craig and I get back to the road we were on, and go into the nearest bar; some half-outdoor joint with locals in it. We head up to the bar and ask for two shots of tequila, she serves it up with some limes, and we shoot ‘em. As soon as were done, we head into bathroom together, lock the door, and break out the bag. Craig gets his key out and starts serving bumps to both of us while I held the bag. After we had burned through a gram in about two minutes, we decided it was time to go. We walked straight out of the bar, onto the street, and right back into Babe’s. When we get up the steps, and through the curtain, we find Jim talking to his new acquaintance, Omar. At the bar, we order Tecates all around. By now gringo one is gone, apparently off to the smiley face place, but gringo two is causing a drunken menace. Craig grabs Jim and takes him into the bathroom to do some blow. Meanwhile, I kick back and watch the show. And, what the show is, was gringo two flopping around on stage with his big fat ass. The girl is up there in the middle of her show, and fat gringo gets up there with a dollar bill in his mouth. Then he starts to writhe around on stage on his back, under the girl. At this point, a bouncer came up and tried to politely ask him off stage, but gringo two said it was okay, which prompted the bouncer to walk away. At this point I walked up to the one empty chair by the stage, which was now crowded with young American girls and guys. I just sat down and laughed my ass off; this guy was laying on the stage, taking his pants off, and taunting the young senorita with his dollar bills. True comedy. After all of this Craig and Jim are out of the bathroom, and pretty coked up. Already, Jim wants to get some of his own, so he goes up to Omar to tell him he needed some coca. With that, Jim and Omar are on the street, while Craig and I order more drinks. After a few minutes, Jim is back; he’s telling us that he thought Omar was trying to kill him, so he came back. By now, I’m almost broke, again. However, we require more cigarettes, alcohol, and cocaine. Jim and I decide to walk the six blocks to the bank. At the time, Jim was really fucked up, and it was certainly interesting to see him interact with the random people we saw along the way. Now, Jim was on my dole, so I gave him about five-hundred pesos for beer and coca. On the way into Babe’s, he stalled at the door while I went upstairs. In two minutes he comes in, telling us he just bought a couple grams off the doorman. In another two minutes, we’re in the bathroom, doing rails on the windowsill. After this, we decided to catch a cab back to our room, so we could do some more coke, regroup for minute in the hot tub, drink some more Negra Modelos, and otherwise to just chill out for a minute.

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part five later...

Mexican Evening (part 3)

We hop in the cab. “Habla Engles?” “Piquito”. “Ok, can you take us down by the Seniorial?” “Si, Si”. We get down to the shady area of town, and hit the street. We walk along a couple of minutes without seeing much. It was obviously dead around town, a far cry from the madness of spring break. Conceding to the fact that club action was at almost nil, we saw a place called Babe’s and decided to go in. Some large Mexican with a ponytail checks us at the door, and requests about 30 pesos from each of us. After heading up to the second floor and brushing aside a red curtain, we enter the main room. Another doorman approaches us to ask if we’d like seats by the stage, we decline and walk past the stage in the center of the room to reach the bar. “Dos Tecates, un vodka y tonica, por favor”. Craig and Jim have positioned themselves to have a direct view of the show going on, which hasn’t become that interesting yet. They ask me why I’m not staring as hard as they are, so I just tell them “That’s what the mirror behind the bar is for.” Some time goes by, we drink much more, and the shows get more interesting. It’s at this point that I realize I’m about to be broke, but in Mexico ATMs are not everywhere, there’s only a few in town, and to top it off I don’t know where any of them are. But, as if by some form of magic, poof! These two old gringos come sauntering in all fucked up; Craig strikes up a conversation with one of them, and he tells us he has a car out front and will take me to the bank. So we leave the place on our first of many times. On the way to the car it becomes more apparent how drunk this guy is, and that we probably shouldn’t drive around with him, but fuck it, this is Mexico. Luckily, the bank is only a few blocks away, and we’re back at the club before we know it, with these two loud, obnoxious, redneck gringos in tow. When we get back upstairs, we order shots of tequila, beers, and many more drinks. By now Craig is enthralled with this one girl he can’t stop talking about, he starts to talk to gringo one about the possibilities of a private show with her. At the same time gringo two is in my ear raving about this place around the corner. “You guys gotta come down with me and see this shit, it’s like a massage parlor, but they massage and suck you off for sixty, and for a little more they’ll fuck you.” None of us had the desire to fuck a prostitute, and we told him so. “Oh, oh, that’s cool man, but you gotta come there with me anyway just to check out the scene, I know the owner, so it’s cool, let’s just go there, meet the girls, and we’ll come right back”. Cool, whatever, we just said fuck it, and went over there with him. So now, our gang of five drunken gringos is walking down the streets, causing a ruckus. After a few blocks, we stumble upon the place, and it has a big, yellow, lit-up smiley face about 50 feet above the building. When we walk in, there is the madam in her office, and the assorted girls in the other room watching TV. Gringo two rushes in there, and promptly greets everyone in sight. He introduces us to everyone, then we all bullshit with each other in broken English/Spanish. After much laughter, watching some futbol, and gringo two being as inappropriate as could be with all the girls, we were back out into the alleyway. At this point, we all got split up for about thirty minutes before finding each other again at the bar.
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part four tommorrow...

Mexican Nirvana (part fuck off)

Oh man, it was crazy....... nah, fuck you, for real, I ain't writing shit about Mexico right now, fuck you. I'm wasted again tonight.... suprise. So, hardy fucking har, and have a wonderful evening suckers.
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third installment.... circa sunday

???????????????

Wow, shit is fucked right now. I obviously dropped the ball on that third part of the Mexico story. But I don't know what the fuck is going on right now, I just crawled out of bed, and by the way there's another two people in it right now. I got up to smoke a cigarette, and I find out it's the last one, the three of us just burned through two packs in a couple hours. I walk into the bathroom to take a much needed piss and see a dishevled image of myself in the mirror wearing gym shorts and a Clash t-shirt. I walk into my kitchen to find a finally clean floor and clothes thrown all over it. I didn't plan on doing much tonight except watching a movie and writing the final installment in the Mexico story. However, it's six in the morning, I'm really fucked up, I just had a four hour orgy, and I've got shit to do in a couple hours..... What The Fuck Is Going On?!?

Travel/Arrival/Confusion/Sucess in Mexico (part 2)

Phone's ringing @ 10am. "I'm coming now, be ready”. "Cool, I've got to shower and pack, Jim's coming too, wake him up, and I'll you meet downstairs." "Hey, the more the merrier, see you down there." Quick shower, throw some random shit in a bag, I end up puking while trying to brush my teeth, a cigarette for breakfast, and we're off. Getting out of the city was a bitch, they were having some fucking marathon, which had many streets closed off, so we circled around for forty minutes. After that, we get on the I-10 for a bit, and then onto highway 85, which leads straight down to Puerto Penasco. There really isn't much between Phoenix and Puerto Penasco, it's about 275 miles and all there is to see is: the state prison, a weird town called Gila Bend (which seems to be stuck in the fifties), the town of Ajo (another oasis in the desert), once into Mexico you go through the border town of Sonoyta (pharmacies and taco stands everywhere), besides that, it's just vast desert and mountains. As the landscape changed from mountains to sand dunes all around, we knew we were close. When we get into the city, we have no fucking clue where to go. Jim and I have never been there before, and Craig was there once, six years ago, and fucked up out of his mind, so he forgets almost everything about the place. We drive around for a while not seeing much, then we go down this one street that looks shady as hell, with even shadier characters on it. We don’t seem to be finding much so I suggest we go down to other end of the point to see what’s there. We get down there and find a whole neighborhood of unfinished hotels and condos. We go bit farther and find a residential neighborhood with nothing in it. At this point we’re frustrated, and cursing our lack of research on this. We see this one place called The Reef out in the middle of the dunes, we decide to go in, get a few beers, maybe some food, and figure out what the hell we’re going to do. Once inside we discover a large dancehall playing some fucked up Mexican techno, but only a couple of Mexicans sitting at the bar, and another large Mexican in a tracksuit behind it. We order three Tecates and Craig heads out to the beach where he runs into an American who tells him all about where to go. With that, we down the beers and are gone, back into the center of town, to seek out the other side of the point that we missed on our first pass. When we get to the end of the road, we find the Vina del Mar. Craig vaguely remembers that he partied there all day once, so we decide to go in and get a room. After taking a few minutes to get our shit together, we leave the room and head down to the bar/pool area. For the small amount we paid for the room I was surprised by how nice the pool and Jacuzzi were, but we breezed right by it and went into the bar. After a quick round of Dos Equis, we decided it was time seek out some dinner. We walked through the main square, which consisted of mainly Mexicans, selling fish, offering boat tours, and as one of them put it “anything, I can get you anything you want.” On the way out, we spotted a seafood place built on top of a pier, and decided to go there. We went up to the second floor to find a bar, some tables, and a great view of the Gulf of California with an almost setting sun. While there, we had many more beers, a few shots of tequila, and a great fucking dinner (by the way, Mexican shrimp cocktail is much better than American shrimp cocktail). By now with the sunset, we had to figure out our plan for the night. After paying the check, we grabbed some beers and booze, and then headed back to the room. On the balcony, we drank some Negra Modelos and the Mexican vodka I’d just purchased while we discussed what we were going to do. By this time, we were pretty fucked up and I said we should go down to that seedy area we drove through before. Jim went down to the phone, called up a cab, came back up and said “2 minutes, cab 44”.

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part three later......

Mexican Precursor... (part 1)

Saturday night, getting ready to go out, watching the tail-end of the Patriots game with a couple friends. This is when Craig says "Let's get the fuck out of Dodge for a couple days." I ask him where he wants to go, "Grand Canyon, Mexico, wherever, just out of Phoenix for awhile." We check the weather at the Grand Canyon, it's snowing, so that's out. Mexico it is then, Puerto Penasco on the northern coast of the Gulf of California to be exact. We make some half-assed plans to leave in approximately twelve hours, he goes home, and I go out. I go to the Cue Club to meet up with a few friends, take a few shots, drink some red bull/vodkas, talk to some girls, grab Jack, and leave. Once gone, Jack and I head to Rula Bula for some Car-bombs and black and tan. We proceed to get more fucked up, Jack busts my balls about some girl, and we talk about travel. Then Stephanie is calling, "Hey, there's a bunch of us at the Loft, come down." One more Car-bomb , and we're gone. We get to the Loft and it's packed, some band is playing. Then I remember I left my bank card at the Cue, I try to call Matt and tell him to bring it on his way, but no dice, I've got to walk back. I leave, grab the card, grab Matt, and it's back to the Loft. By now the band is going full swing and Jack is hitting on some skanks at the bar. I come by, get another Red Bull/vodka and tell him "You must be wasted, because those bitches are ugly." By this time everyone's pretty fucked off, I go out on the porch to smoke, and then some girl gives me a free pack of cigarettes. I check my watch and realize I'm about to miss the last bus home, so I slip out of there without saying goodbye to anyone. Get on the bus, get off the bus, hop a few fences and I'm home. However, I go to Carmen's apartment in my complex. We end up smoking some black tar heroin, chill for a bit, and then I'm out. When I get back to my place my friend Benny from back east who is essentially living on my couch for a few days asks me if I want to smoke a joint... we do. Then I go across the hall where a few friends are hanging out, we drink more and bullshit for awhile, during which I tell my broke friend Jim that I'll front him the Pesos if he wants to come to Mexico with us, he accepts. After that, in my drunken, high, stoned, etc. state I eat a bunch of food from the fridge, and then try to get some info on where I'm going in few hours, but to no avail. So I crash hoping I'll wake up for Craig when he gets to my place shortly.......................
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I've got shit to do at the moment, so part two will come later.........

Grime Sets

I've been slacking on the grime tip lately, so here are some new sets available for download. Plasticman, Skepta, DJ Logan, DJ Lioness, there's plenty here to enjoy.
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Plasticman & Skepta on Rinse FM 06-01-2006
No tracklist but this set is hot, get it. Link below:

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LoganSama NYE Show
Tracklist and audio below:

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WILEY / ESKI BOY / WILEYKAT
JAMMER / MURKLEMAN / JAH MEK DA WORLD
DOCTOR / GOTTA MAN / GPP
SKEPTA / SINGLE / NU ERA
BASHY & KATIE PEARL / PRYIN / 2NV
KRAY TWINZ FT TWISTA, LETHAL B & GAPPY RANKS / WHAT WE DO / KRAY TWINZ MUSIC
LETHAL B FT FIRE CAMP / NO / V2
DIZZEE RASCAL / STAND UP TALL / XL
KANO FT DOCTOR, GHETTO, SEAC & DEMON / GET SET / 679
KANO / P'S & Q'S / 679
KANO / SIGNS IN LIFE / 679
ROLL DEEP / HEAT UP / RELENTLESS
ROLL DEEP / WHEN I'M 'ERE / RELENTLESS
BMD / NORTH WEEZIE / WHITE
TINCHY STRYDER / UNDERGROUND / RUFF SQWAD
N.A.S.T.Y. CREW & ROSSI B / IN DA PLACE / N.A.S.T.Y. & A.R.M.Y.
N.A.S.T.Y. CREW / NASTY GANG BANGA / N.A.S.T.Y.
MASTERMIND FT SHIZZLE, NAPPER, BEARMAN & DOCTOR / SWINGERS / MASTERMIND PRODUCTIONZ
BEARMAN / DRINKING BEER / MASTERMIND PRODUCTIONZ
BEARMAN / BROWN BEAR'S PICNIC / MASTERMIND PRODUCTIONZ
WILEY / I LIKE / WILEYKAT
JME / JUST BEING ME / BOY BETTER KNOW
SKEPTA / GO ON THEN / NU ERA
SLU DEM & NECKLE CAMP / JOYRIDE / SLU DEM
SCORCHER / CHANCE US / DUB
NARSTIE & SOLO / BRUSHMAN / ADAMANTIUM MUSIC
RIPPERMAN / RUBBLE / ADAMANTIUM MUSIC
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Dj Lioness 14-01-06 Rinse FM Set
Link and tracklist below:

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Ghetto & Katie Pearl - Run The Road [679]
Snipe Keedo - Lifestyle [Dub]
Triple Threat - Triple Threat [Aftershock]
P Money - Banging Bars [Dub]
Bruza - Doin Me [Aftershock]
DaVinChe - Megadrive [Paperchase]
Wafa Feat. Wiley - Gunman Riddim [Slew Dem]
Fire Camp - Forward 2 [White]
Plasticman Feat. Shizzle, Fresh & Napper - Toppa Di Tip [Terrorhythm]
Mr.Slash Feat. Syer B - Boy With The Fire [A.R.M.Y]
Waitz - Waitin [Tenacious]
Crazy Titch & Katie Pearl - World So Crazy [679]
DJ Spyro - Pull Up Dat Remix [Dub]
Garna Feat. Jammer - Swordstyle Freestyle [Dub]
Mr.Slash Feat. Faction G - Neck Of Woods [A.R.M.Y]
DVA Feat. Stormin - Freestyle [Dub]
Waitz - Payback [Tenacious]
Mr.Wong & Charley - I Just Wish [Dub]
Mark One Feat. SLK - Ready To Learn [Dub]
Virus Syndicate - Ready To Learn [Dub]
Bashy - Never See Me Fall [2NV]
R Biz - Snappy [Committee]
Scratchy - Shangooli [Dumpvalve]
Charmzy - Winter [Dub]
Mr.Slash - Concerto [A.R.M.Y]
Doctor - Gotta Man [GPP]
Jai Box - Hoods Up Freestyle [Dub]
Y Dot - Bazooka [White]
Slew Dem Feat. Neckle Camp - Joyride [Slew Dem]
LMS - Simple [Dub]
T Star - Genocide [Committee]
Hector & L Man - Part Time Friends [Frog]
Bluzey (LMS) - Love For The Dough [Dub]
Dogzilla - Memories [OT]
Kano - Signs In Life [679]
Kano - Brown Eyes [679]
Merkston & Stamina Boy - Sup Sup Sup [Dub]
Ryder & Fresh - We Told You [Dub]
Essentials & OT Crew - Bush [Dub]

Notes From The Underground...

December 31, 1999. My champagne tinted 1981 Impala lies in the driveway dead, depleted. I gave her a hard run. A couple crashes, a few dead deer, and the pedal to the floor the whole time. But for a vehicle of her years, she handled a lot and would soon be revived. For tonight though she laid in a coma. There were things to be done though. Christ what was I going to do, just sit at home all night? At this time my brain was a little skewed due to a couple of variables. Just one month prior, I was one target of eight in what my local narcotics task force called “Operation Big Elf” which is as follows:

POLICE REPORT

8 arrested in 4-month undercover drug sting
§MEMBERS OF the Bayshore Narcotics Task Force
have charged eight people with various drug charges
after an undercover sting called Operation The Big Elf, police said.

Lt. Rocky Morrow, task force commander, said
the arrests are a result of a four-month operation
by undercover officers who bought various narcotics
including heroin, cocaine, and marijuana during the
operation.

Morrow said those charged are considered
to be some of the larger street dealers in the
Bayshore area.

Charged were: Chaka Diggs, 20 and Shayne
Diggs, 19 both of Red Bank; Mark O’Reiley,
19, Keansburg; Xavier Conti, 18 Colts Neck;
and Marcus Wilde, 19, Tinton Falls, each with
possession of marijuana, possession with
the intent to distribute and distribution of
marijuana. Also charged were Abu Shillelagh,
20 Keansburg, conspiracy to distribute
controlled dangerous substances and use of
a paging device to distribute controlled
dangerous substances; Rolo Wolf, 20, Port
Monmouth, possession of heroin, possession with
the intent to distribute and distribution of
heroin; and David Alexander, 27, Red Bank,
possession of cocaine, possession with the
intent to distribute and distribution of cocaine.

Morrow said additional charges are expected.

After the impact hit of being charged with these crimes I really didn’t give a shit about much. On top of this new mindset of fuck it all, I had recently acquainted myself with a new drug that put me in a temporary state of psychosis. It was D.X.M. Short for Dextromethorphan. What it is, is like a middle ground between Ketamine and P.C.P. Now K, DxM, and Dust are what comprises the disassociative drug group. K, which you snort or shoot will put you into a highly relaxed state, make your legs feel like Jell-O, and sometimes make your mouth taste like plastic. Dust is usually smoked and rarely ingested; this shit will take you to outer stratosphere, and it produces strong hallucinations and sometimes loss of motor functions. DxM (which is much less known) is actually the ingredient in Robotussin cough syrup, a highly psychoactive substance lurking in your neighborhood pharmacy. In small doses, it will soothe a cough, but in high doses, you will be taken to another world within the dark reaches of your mind. This place is sometimes fun to visit, but you wouldn’t want to move in and drop your bags on the floor. Well, I dropped my bags.

Ramble...

Let us take these dreams away
That lull all my days
Where’s that brown goo that dances on the stove
Poured down my gullet the other day
Trying to just trip away
But fuck that
Little devils didn’t want play
Just sitting here abased in this nothingness
Just waiting …. Waiting for what?
Just lose it man
Why the fuck why
Can’t it just flow out?
I choose to stay here
I choose to drink cheap beers
But why the fuck why?
Thinking about just buying that ticket and leaving
Where the fuck where?
Burlington
Snow
Hearty oldness
New York
Endless expensive streets
Thailand
Some new shit
Bangkok
Illicit Star Wars bars
Koh Pan Gnan
Full moon parties
Amsterdam
Soggy streets
Stoned out
Or just here
Waiting for what ain't coming
Or just here
Finishing what I should be finishing
Or just here
Comfortably numb

Goodbye 2005. Hello 2006.

Shit is blurry. My brain is fried. I have no idea what to do. Since Christmas my scene has been awash with binge drinking and flagrant drug use.
Christmas was a bit much. I really wasn't planning on doing much, just little dinner with a friend from back east. However, sometime around three, my neighbor comes by with her new dog and a friend of hers. The next thing I know, we've had about ten shots of booze apiece and several whip-its. About an hour later my friend from back east comes through and says " hey man, sniff this". So now I'm drunk, fried from the nitrous, and tweaked out. We went to pick up some girl, and then brought her back here. Finally it was time to make dinner, which to say the least, in our altered state did not go very well. Shortly after, my friend left, and the girl and I stayed up until six smoking glass, doing whip-its, and drinking.
Somewhere in this hazy bubble I began a 12-day winter session Calculus course. I never even passed a Algebra course, and I have no idea what the fuck is going on. It's three days into it, and I haven't even turned in one homework assignment, I took one quiz which I failed, and cut the last class. What for? Just to get really drunk. I was sitting here, attempting to do work for the class, and my neighbor comes by, she asks me if I want to hang out, have a few drinks, I say "Of course". Next thing I know I'm waking up to her loud ass alarm at five-thirty in the morning, she gets up to take a shower while I lay in her bed and curse myself, but I tell tell myself I'll still go to school. I come back to my place to find my door wide open, with music blasting, and luckily I had not been robbed. Then I make myself some breakfast, watch a TV show, lay in my bed, say "fuck school", and decide to sleep all day instead.
When I wake up the sun is setting. Some friends just got back into town, so we decide we'll round up a bunch of people and hit the bars. Before we go, another friend comes by my place early, we have about four drinks apiece chased with some whip-its while he tells me a funny story about how he worked a party at Jenna Jameson's place a week earlier. I'm slighty faded by the time our ride gets here, and they decide we should get some dinner at the bar before we go to another bar, over the course of dinner I had two red bull/vodkas and a couple shots, for dessert we had about three more shots. It was finally time to go to another bar. We get there and run into another group of friends who are as fucked as we are. So we have a few more rounds of shots with them. At this point we realize how much money we're wasting by drinking this much at the bars and I tell the group I went out with to go to the liqour store, buy a couple bottles and we'll have drunken karaoke at my place. When they leave, I slip away with the other group of people and tell them I'll be home shortly. Ended up going to this Irish pub and doing an inordinate amount of Car-bombs. A couple of friends and I leave, hail a cab, and the cabbie has the balls to charge me ten dollars for a 4 minute cab ride. At my place many more shots are consumed, many whip-its, and I think a couple joints too. When I wake up the next day whip-it canisters are scattered all over my apartment and outside of my apartment too.
After cleaning up the evidence of whip-it use from the front yard, I run into my downstairs neighbor who gives me a six-pack of beer to start the day off with. I bullshit with him for awhile, drink some more beers, and take a shower. Shortly after, some other friends come by and I drink some champagne with them (it being New Year's Eve and all). Everyone's getting ready to go to this party that I had been blacklisted from because one of the roommates at the house it was being held at has a personal problem with me. So they all say they'll being coming over to my place after midnight. I expect to do nothing until then, but much to my suprise, my neighbor isn't doing anything either. So her and I end up hanging out, going through our usual spiel of drinking, minor drug use, and fooling around. We got so fucked up on liqour and valium we almost passed out on the floor before midnight. But we got motivated, took the dog for a walk to the liquor store, and got stuff for more shots. By the time midnight rolled around we were pretty fucked up and some interesting things happened. An hour or so later everyone came through here and then we really started drinking. This is when things started getting fuzzy. Near the end of the night I do remember drinking some psychedlic brew with my downstairs neighbor and puking it up immediately afterword. Then some weird dude walks into my place, my friend invites him in, then the dude rolls up three joints, I give him two shots of the psychedlic brew. After a bit he starts acting really fucking creepy, and we end up kicking him out. The next thing I know I'm lying in bed naked, hugging a pillow, and it's light out.
That would be today. During which, I've accomplished nothing, except cleaning the riduculus mess in my apartment, and making dinner. What I should've been doing and still should be doing is trying to work on my Calculus class, you know, like learning how to do it, and trying to do the homework. Luckily I don't have class tommorrow, but I'm going to the Fiesta Bowl (got four free tickets), we're going to start partying around 11am, kickoff is 2.30pm. Oh christ, we assuredly will be fucking lit up tommorrow. I guess the game ends around six, but we won't stop drinking. Plus, I got a call earlier from a couple of friends who are leaving town in a couple weeks for Chicago, and I told them I'd party with them tommorrow night because it seemed like the best time to do it considering the serious effort I need to drop into this Calculus course over the next couple weeks. That being said, tommorrow should be my last hurrah until this class is over, because I really need to pass it. I can't take any more classes for my major until I finish this one, so it's do or die with this shit. Until it ends, I need to book up, stay sober, and devote my life to school. What the fuck? Do I really have to do that? Fuck.