Almost Forgotten Five-Day Weekend

I really don't remember what happened on Thursday, and I'm really not too clear on the rest of the weekend, but let's try. Friday, I was supposed to go out with Viki, Ricky, and Jack. Jack predictably flaked out, Viki and Ricky unpredictably flaked out as well. A few minutes after figuring this out, Derik drops by to have a beer. Oh shit, this last detail has jarred my memory about Thursday... so let's get into that first, and then we'll come back to Friday.
It was Thursday, a little after six, I had just returned from my first class after spring break. I'm getting ready to make dinner, sitting in front of the computer checking my e-mail. When... BOOM! I'd just heard the faint sound of screeching tires followed by a massive explosion, and then the power went out. I went downstairs to see what was going on, I run into Jim, and we walk together toward the sound of the explosion. When we get to the back of our complex, we see a crowd of people gathering. We stand behind a fence and see a crumpled up pickup truck with a fucked up Mexican sitting a few feet away. The police were just arriving. It appears that he was flying down the backstreet, something happened, he crashed into our building, then the transformer, thus killing our electric. The paramedics rush up to him, cut his clothes off, and put him in a stretcher. They were still looking in the car though, more specifically the flattened passenger side. It appeared someone was still in there; when they started using the Jaws of Life, we knew we were right. After fifteen minutes, they pulled a crumpled up girl out and immediately stabilized her in a stretcher with straps. After this, I suggested to Jim that we go across the street to the bar for drinks and dinner. When we get there, it's dead as usual. We order up a pitcher and some chicken strips. We sit in the lounge a while smoking cigarettes, talking to the bartender, talking to the few customers in there, and then I switch to hard liquor and shots. I call up Layla to see what she's doing during the power outage; her and Jess are just walking around outside, so I tell them to come over to the bar. When they get there we all sit outside for about a half an hour and bullshit. I ask them if they're going to the hookah lounge, they say they are, but are going to shower first. I tell Layla I'll call her in half an hour and we'll go. They leave, and shortly after, Jim and I do too. We go back to my place to drink some free booze by candlelight, and use my walkman as a stereo. After a bit, Jess and Layla come down, then Mick comes over. We all have a couple of drinks, Mick leaves, and the rest of us go to Tuts. Once inside, I see Derik, Seth, and Nancy. Jim and I sit with Derik, and the others go elsewhere. Derik starts to point out these two good-looking girls about ten feet away from us. I tell him how I call Jim 'Dr. Game' and that he can get them over to us easily. Derik doesn't believe it, so Jim walks right over there. Jim comes back in a couple minutes, he tells Derik they're lesbians, but they'll come by in a minute and talk to us anyway. They do, we have a nice little talk for a few minutes, and then they go home. This prompts Derik to start asking 'The Doctor' questions about what he says to girls and what not; but that's one of those ‘if you have to ask, I can't tell you’ type of things. There was more of this type of talk, which ended up in Jim going over to a group of three blondes and talking to them for a while. By now, it was just Derik and I left in the booth. With our minds turned to this subject, I suggested he call up a girl we were at a party with a few weeks back. She texts him back and says she’s on her way to Le Girls; a strip bar in Northeast Phoenix. Tuts was slowing down anyway, so we decided to meet her over there. We didn’t really know where it was, so drove into the Scottsdale/Tempe stripper neighborhood looking for it. We ended up pulling into Skin to ask for directions, and discovered it was about five miles west of us. When we get in and sit, we’re immediately pimped by the waitress to buy the two mandatory six-dollar drinks. After which Derik spots the girl we were meeting, and waves her over. After about a minute of talking, she asks me if I’ll let her practice her lap dancing skills on me. Sure… why not. We walk over to the side of the club and she starts. And, wow… she sucked. Now I understood why she needed practice. She has her shirt off by now, and I’m trying to guide her on what to do. I tell her it’s key to be more sensual, because she’s trying to fuck me like a jackrabbit. I feel her back and it’s all sweaty, I’m not sure if it’s from the extra effort or all the coke she was on. After about fifteen minutes of this, I get an idea to help things. I tell her the reason it might not feel right is that she still has her jeans on, and that she should take them off. She agrees, but right when this is about to happen, the bouncer comes by and asks her too leave. This was due to the fact she did not work there, and was giving me a lap dance. To tell you the truth, I’m surprised it went on as long as it did. I go back over to the table where Derik is sitting and we strike up a conversation with one of the girls who worked there about what just happened. When she leaves to do a dance Derik tells me that later on he’s going to invite her back over to my place. In the meantime, a bunch of the girls keep coming by asking us for lap dances, one of which jumps immediately into my lap and launches into an aggressive sales pitch. However, no lap dances for us, I mean twenty bucks a song, it’s simply not worth it. I go to the bathroom, and when I get back Derik tells me he asked that girl if she wanted to come by, and he was turned down. We were getting ready to leave, when another girl came by and asked me if I’d be interested in a four-song lap dance and a t-shirt for twenty bucks. Well, deals like that are ones you just can’t turn down. So we went in the back, did our thing for about fifteen minutes, and Derik and I left. When we get back to my place we find the power to be back on, and Jim downstairs playing Contra. Jim comes up, Mick and Nancy drop by, and we have a few drinks. After a while, everyone leaves, and Derik and I get the idea to go on Myspace under his account, and send random funny/asshole comments to all the decent looking girls listed as swinger within a five-mile radius. We tried to setup certain criteria, and treat it as a scientific experiment, altering comments to profile content, location, and amount of friends. It was getting close to seven am when we finished, so Derik crashed out on the couch, as he had to go snowboarding a little over an hour from then. I said goodnight, and closed the door to my room.
Okay. So now, we’re back to Friday. Jack, Viki, and Ricky flaked, and then Derik came by for a beer. He asks me to come over to Tuts to smoke a hookah, on him, so we go. We get there, and most of the regulars are present. We find a booth occupied by a couple of girls Derik knows, we talk for a few minutes, they end up leaving Tuts, and leaving a near full hookah for us. A couple minutes later Tommy comes to our booth with his hookah. He tells us of a party that may be going down soon. In the meantime, we leave Tuts and go to my place for a few drinks. While there, Derik checks on our Myspace experiment from the previous night; just what we expected, a twenty percent response rate. Tommy and I end up taking a bunch of shots and getting a bit drunk. We head back over to Tuts and actually buy a hookah this time. While there we run into a few girls, talk for a bit, and invite them back over to my place. Tommy and I come back first, running into Layla on the way back. The three of us get to my place, listen to music, and drink more. Shortly afterward Derik comes in with the girls we just met. We all hang out for a while having drinks, taking shots, and listening to music. At one point Derik and Tommy went into the bathroom and gelled their hair up into big fros and mohawks for a laugh. Then we started drinking rum straight from the bottle. Now we go back to Tuts, even more drunk. There we find more people and invite them back over to my place. About seven more people come over and one of them buys shisha and coals on the way. We get back, fire up the hookah, and make many more shots. So, I guess a party had evolved from Derik and I simply going to Tuts to smoke a hookah. Several hours go by, and then everyone is gone except for Layla and I. Then Mick and Samir come by, we smoke more shisha and sniff some Rush. Then everyone leaves, and the night is over. Sorry for my lackluster reporting on this one, I know a lot more happened, but I was very drunk and the night was fuzzy.
Saturday. Two hours after I fell asleep, the FedEx guy is banging on my door. My new cell phone had arrived. My heart was pounding, and my head was banging; so I went back to sleep. Another two hours later, I wake up and decide to setup my new phone. I need a cover for the battery, to switch my phonebook over from my old phone, and activate it. I remember the locations of some cell phones shops around town from my previous travels, so I hop on my bike and start searching. After about two hours of riding around I find nothing, no data transfer, no battery cover. I find myself riding south, now just hoping I’ll find a cell phone shop, and I do. They don’t have the battery cover, but they’ll do the phonebook transfer. I pay them and they get to it. Fifteen minutes later, they inform me they can’t do it, and return my money. Layla calls me, and says she and Tommy are hanging out, and I should come home. When I get back, Layla borrows some tools from me to put her desk together; Tommy and I go to Tuts to smoke a hookah. When I get back home I call Derik, and ask him to give me a ride to the mall, so I can try to get my phone sorted out again at the Verizon store. While I wait, I talk to Layla on the steps about some party going on later, and we’re not sure if we’re going to go because we’re supposed to dress up nice for it. Jack texts me, apologizes for flaking the previous night, and asks me what I’m doing that night. I tell him I’ll go to the bar with him. Derik gets there and we head out to Arizona Mills. On the way, we talk of our plans for the night, and see a sweet accident right off the freeway. At the Verizon store, they don’t have the battery cover, but the crafty technician figures out a way to do the data transfer. When we get back to my place I try to activate my phone online, but of course, there’s more problems. The site tells me I need to call them, which I do. I’m on hold forever, during which; Derik checks Myspace for more responses to our experiment, Jack comes over, and Casper drops in with a couple of friends looking for some weed. After all of this, and the holding, I’m told that I missed the tech department by thirty minutes; try again tomorrow. Fucking typical. Derik heads out to some mansion party on Camelback Mountain, Jack and I head out to the bars on Mill. First, we go to the Cue Club to meet Matt. We have a drink or two there, and then go next door to Zuma. There we have several drinks, and then decide to go to Ra for several Sake Bombs. After a bunch of those, we go next door to Rula Bula for Car Bombs. After that, shit is fuzzy. I think I remember going to Slices. I remember running into a guy I met at Zuma, and drunkenly giving him my number. I don’t remember saying goodbye to Matt. I do remember standing in the median on Mill Ave. hailing a cab for Jack and I. We take the taxi to Tuts. When we get in we see Derik sitting with a couple of people, and he tells us he left the party early. I tell him I just talked to Layla, and she told me that we didn’t need to dress up for the party and that we should head over there. He told us he needed a few minutes. In the meantime, Jack and I went to my place, where I threw up in the toilet and threw on a sport coat over my polo. Jack and I stumbled back over to Tuts, got in the car with Derik, and we were off. When we get to the party, it’s a drunken mess. We walk around, doing the rounds, saying what’s up to everyone we knew; Derik and I, Jack just kind of rocked back and forth from the alcohol. We settled in, and I started to help myself to some jungle juice, when a fight broke out. With that, the party was over as soon as we got there. We grabbed Tommy, and the four of us hopped in Derik’s car and broke out. After stopping at Derik’s house to check on his dogs, we came back over to my area. We went in Tuts; they were closing, so we told Samir to come over when he was done. Then we went to Texanos to get some California burritos. During all of this, Jack disappeared, and so did my keys. I text Jack, and search Texanos and Derik’s car for my keys. Can’t find ‘em. I stand in front of my door pissed off, and I kick it. It opens. It was at that moment I remembered that I left my door unlocked, with the keys in it, before we went to that party. We all come in, eat our food, and start drinking. Samir comes by, then my neighbor Mika. Then Jack texts back telling me he was picked up by one of his Tempe girls. About an hour goes by, and then the cops come. We weren’t even being loud, which further confirms my suspicion that my uptight downstairs neighbors are harassing me. I explain to the police that if they inform the manager of this complaint—which they are required to do—I will be evicted. They say okay, they’ll give me a freebie, but they had better not have to come back. Samir and Mika left, Derik, Tommy, and I hung out for another hour or so fucking with Myspace, then I went to bed.
Sunday. I really don’t know. You could offer me a couple grand to explain what happened then, and I still couldn’t tell you. My memory has erased this day for some reason.
Monday. I wake up late. I get a few packages; t-shirt iron-ons, some CDs from London, and my new ATM card. I decide to take the bus into Scottsdale to find a cell phone shop I heard carried the battery door I needed for my cell phone. After a long bus ride to the area I heard the place was in, I head into the nearest gas station to activate my new ATM card and buy a pack smokes. I ask the clerk if he knows where the shop is; across the street. I walk over to find out that they are the only ones around who carry it, but they happen to be out of it at the moment. The clerk asks if I’d like them to order it, I tell him no, I’ll just order it myself. I get back on the southbound bus and decide that I’ll stop on the way home to go to the In N Out Burger, since I’ve heard so many good things about it, and never been. When I go in, I’m surprised at the small menu, and the outfits of the employees. I get it to go, and eat it while walking across the Rio Salado Bridge. That shit was good too; definitely the best fast food burger. After I finish, and discard my trash on the other side of the bridge, I cross the street, and some girl is honking at me as I cross. I look up and she is waving, not recognizing her, I wave and keep walking. A second later she is yelling my name out of her window, I look again and realize it was Jaime; how random. I get on the bus for about six blocks and get off. I walk the rest of the way home. When I get home, I decide I’ll go over to Carmen’s because I haven’t seen her since I left for New York. Knock, knock, knock……….. Knock, knock, knock…. No reply. When I get back over to my place I sit down to check my e-mail. Knock, knock. It’s Carmen. She says she knew it was me because I knock a certain way, and that she was going to come over tonight anyway. Apparently, she was napping on the couch, and I had awoken her. She comes in, and asks if could burn a My Bloody Valentine CD for her, and I ask her if she wants a beer; we both accept. We sit around for a while, drinking beer, and catching up. We decide that we’ll go over to the Vine around nine for dollar drinks. We split up for an hour to take showers and get ready. When I go over to her place, I knock, but no answer. The door was open so I went in; she was still in the shower. So, I grabbed one of her beers and played with her cat while I waited. Twenty minutes later, she comes out of the bathroom and gets dressed; we go. At the Vine, Dennis was working the door, so we didn’t have to pay cover. Then we are hassled by two cigarette promoters, I think we’re getting free packs, so I play along. After we’re done, he gives us portable ashtrays. What the fuck? With that, we head inside to the bar. I order up two shots for each of us and a drink for myself. We slam the shots immediately and head outside to smoke and talk about the things we usually talk about. Then we go back in for another two shots and a drink for each of us, then go back outside and talk more. After a while, we’ve decided to walk down to ‘The Bar’ because it’s less crowded and has a smoking lounge with couches. There we drink Red/Bull vodkas, I put some songs on the jukebox, and we sit on the couch; all the while getting progressively more drunk. She tells me she wants to go back to my place, smoke some bud, and watch an old foreign film in a bit. Then we start to kiss on the couch a bit; probably because we were so drunk. Shortly after, we leave. On the way back, we fall down in our parking lot, and kiss some more, then she says some things to me, which I’m not going to repeat. We end up on my couch and just pass out for a bit with The Cure playing. We wake up in my bed; I’m sure nothing happened, but she says she has to go. When she leaves, I go into the hallway and drink more. Samir comes up from getting off work, and asks if I want to drink more; I accept. He gives me some Soma, and then we head over to the store to get some after-hours wine from his connection. We hang there for a bit talking to the guy and his wife about going to the strip club for Samir’s birthday, and some crazy girl from Tuts who might be interested in me. When we get back, Mick comes over, and we bullshit and drink for a bit. I tell them I’ll be right back, and I go over to Carmen’s to check on her. She opens the door and collapses back onto the couch. We talk for a minute, and I leave, telling her I’ll be back shortly. After I get back, we all talk and drink some more, then Mick and Samir decide to go out to East Phoenix to get some illicit materials. I go back to Carmen's. We lie around on the couch for a while, and then head into the bedroom. We’ve been in bed for a bit, and we’re getting ready to go to sleep, when Samir calls me up; I ignore the call. He calls again five minutes later; I answer this time. Now I knew he was getting coke, which is why I didn’t answer the first time. It turns out that he had also gotten some OxyCotin, which prompted Carmen and I to immediately get out of bed and go meet them at my place. When we get over there, Samir starts crushing up all the pills to snort. Pharmaceutical heroin folks; got to love it. That turns into hours of drinking, snorting dope, and smoking crack, while of course… listening to music. Near ten am, Samir borrows some more porno from me, and he and Mick go upstairs. Carmen and I grab one of my movies, go to her place, and fall asleep on the couch while watching it.
I wake up around three to sound of Carmen dropping a set of keys on the table. She had already showered, got dressed, and was getting ready to leave. I had to go home and do a bit of the same for a review session I had to go to a little over an hour from then. The five-day weekend was over.

An Essential Grime Post

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XENON - STATESIDE OPINION VOL.1

mix by me
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trackist:
01 - Sway ft. Bruza, Bigz, Skinnyman and Triple Threat - Up Your Speed
02 - JME - Awoh
03 - N.A.S.T.Y. Jack - Sen4dezore
04 - Plasticman ft. Lady Fury, JME, Skepta, and Tinchy Stryder - Still Tippin
05 - Wiley - Gangsters
06 - Kano - Dear Summer
07 - Starkey ft. Kano and Ghetto - Leak Riddim
08 - Ruff Sqwad - Ur Love Feels
09 - JME - Just Being Me
10 - Skepta,Wiley,JME,Jammer,Footsie,Bossman,Bearman,and Trim - Duppy
11 - Lady Sovereign - Drunk On Radiation
12 - Akala ft. Niara - The Edge
13 - High Grade Clan - You Can't Fuck Wid This Clan
14 - Sway ft. Bruza and Baby Blue - London
15 - Lethal Bizzle - Mind Your Head
16 - Lethal Bizzle - Fire (Test Icicles Remix)
17 - Blackjack ft. N.A.S.T.Y. Jack - O Yes (refix)
18 - Slew Dem ft. Neckle Camp - Joyride
19 - Doctor, Bearman, Purple, and L Dot Man - Let It Go
20 - Virus Syndicate - Neva Argue
21 - Plan B - Sum1s Switched in Harvey Nicks.mp3
22 - Slew Dem - Da Firing Range
23 - Wiley - Eskiboy
24 - Stumble - Oh I Think They Like My Morgue Tees (VIP)
25 - Starkey ft. Zilla - Less Than Paper (Remix)
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STATIK - GRINDIE VOL.1

grime and indie mixed together= grindie. nothing else sounds like this.
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tracklist:
1. Intro
2. Shout Outs
3. Larrikin Love - Happy As Annie – (Statik Remix Feat. Scorcher And Manga)
4. The Rakes - 22 Grand Job – (Statik Remix Feat. Lethal Bizzle)
5. Kaiser Chiefs - Everyday I Love U Less And Less (Fuck Drums Mix)
6. Statik Feat. D Double E – Supadoop
7. Babyshambles - Killamangiro
8. Statik Feat. Wiley, Jammer, Flodan And Skepta - The Rave
9. Lethal Bizzle - Mind Ur Head
10. Maximo Park - Apply Some Pressure
11. Kraftwerk - Numbers
12. Statik Feat. Jme, Big H, Schorcher, Ghetto, Godsgift, Napper, Solo 45, Pres T, Skepta And Hammer
13. The Strokes - Automatic Stop
14. Davinche – Mega Drive
15. Franz Ferdinand - Evil And A Hero
16. Fire Camp - Air On The Roads
17. Death From Above 1979 - Black History Month
18. Statik Feat. Tinchy Stryder, Skepta, Jammer And Nio - I Just Wanna Fu**
19. Pure Groove Records Skit
20. Bloc Party - Positive Tension (Statik Remix Feat. Flirta D)
21. The Kills - Your Love Is A Deserter
22. Tinchy Stryder - Underground
23. The Rakes - Binary Love
24. Terra Danjah - Radar (Statik Remix)
25. Interpol Evil (Original And Statik Refix)
26. Jme - Blue Portal
27. Test Icicles - Boa Vs. Python
28. Test Icicles - Boa Vs. Python (Statik Remix Instrumental)
29. Jon E Cash - Hoods Up
30. The Rakes - Binary Love
31. Young Dot - Bazooka
32. Blondie - Heart Of Glass
33. Wylie - Dubplate
34. TV On The Radio - Ambulance
35. Wylie - Colder Statik Remix
36. The Cribs - North Of England
37. Jimi Hendrix And Bob Dylan - All Along The Watchtower (Statik Refix)
38. The Engineers - Given Right - (Statik Refix)
39. Big E D - Frontline (Statik Remix)
40. The Rolling Stones - Paint It Black
41. Bloc Party - Price Of Gasoline (Automato Remix)
42. Statik Feat. Ghetto And Demon - Never Guess
43. Clap Your Hands Say Yeah - On And On
44. Statik Feat. Wiley And Test Icicles - Shut Down
45. La Belle Et La Bete - Babyshambles - (Statik Refix)
46. La Belle Et La Bete - Babyshambles – (Original)
47. Arctic Monkeys - From The Ritz To The Rubble
48. Statik - Bring It On - Instrumental
49. Babyshambles - Pentonville
50. Nasty Crew - Run 4 Cover (Jamrock)
51. Madness - Driving In My Car
52. D Power - Bring It On Feat. Shizzle, Doctor, Napper, Ryder, Fresh, Nicki Forcer, Statik
53. The Holloways - Generator (Statik Remix Feat. Scorcher)
54. The Strokes - Between Love & Hate (Statik Refix)
55. Statik Feat. Wiley - No Time (2 Die)
56. Magic Numbers - Forever Lost
57. Lethal Bizzle - Mind Ur Head (Statik Remix)
58. Statik - Showerface - D Dark And S Kid Freestyle
59. Skepta - Watch
60. Scorcher – Doin Dis Ting Freestyle
61. Ladyfuzz - Bouncy Ball - Statik Remix Feat. Knuckles And Scorcher
62. Test Icicles - Boa Vs. Python - Statik Remix Feat. Firecamp
63. Vincent Vincent And The Villains - On My Own
64. Phoenix Drive - Supplement
65. Kid Harpoon
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ROLL DEEP - CREEPER VOL.2

very hard to get mixtape from the top grime crew
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tracklist:
01. Wiley - All Di While
02. Wiley & Riko - Lethal Diss
03. Wiley & Riko - Fire Hydrant
04. Wiley - Mystery Girl
05. Trim - Bastard
06. Wiley - Graveyard Freestyle
07. Riko - War Mi Love Dat
08. Flowdan - When We Shoot First
09. Riko - Gunshot
10. Trim ft Wiley, Riko & Newham Generals - Boogeyman
11. Wiley - So Into You Freestyle
12. Wiley - Freestyle
13. Wiley - Lean Back Freestyle
14. Tinchy Stryder - Lean Back Freestyle
15. Manga - Sunshine Freestyle
16. Wiley - Sittin Here Freestyle
17. Brazen - Freestyle
18. Wiley - Looking Back
19. Trim - The Lowdown
20. Flowdan - Ur Killin Urself
21. Flowdan - That's Me
22. Wello - Bastard Freestyle

Eviction?

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Apparently my apartment manager thinks he is some kind of hotshot. So, he came by and gave me this yesterday, then asked me to sign his copy so it was official. One more peep out of me, and I'm thrown out. Do I continue, and stick it to the man? Or should I be good, quiet down and stay? Who knows?

Back to New York, Then Off to Tempe

I wake up on Thursday to the arrival of a FedEx envelope I had been expecting from Arizona. Its contents? My passport and the keys to my apartment. After losing my wallet five days earlier on the subway, I had received the passport I needed to get a new license, so I could board my flight back to Tempe, and more importantly, so I could drink at the bar for the remainder of my stay. I was on a tight schedule, so I had to hurry. I rushed through a shower, and hastily threw my bags in the back of the car. The goal? To get to the DMV, get a new license from them, and then board the last train to Hoboken. How much time did I have to do this? A little over an hour. The entire route to the DMV was a series of frustrating thirty-five mph roads frequented by the elderly. Once at the DMV, I found it to be packed; great. By the time I had the license in hand, fifteen minutes were left to make the train that was at least twenty minutes away. However, we had a plan, a plan that was helped by the slow speed of the train, and its frequent stops. We had decided that we would drive three stops ahead of my initial departure point in a hasty attempt to make the train. Which I did, and with five minutes to spare. During the two hour ride I finally finished the book I had been reading for way too long (Go), and I was amused by the ranting of a bum who rode in the front of the car. Once at the Hoboken station, I called Ana; no answer. I figured I’d head into the station’s bar and take advantage of the privileges my new license had granted me. While there, I bullshit with some of the regulars and the bartender, call Catherine to make plans for later, and of course, pound beer like it’s going out of style. Finally, Ana calls. I leave my money on the bar and hop into the nearest cab. Shortly after I get there, we decide it is time to head to the nearest bar and drink heavily. On the way, I talk to my sister Lauren, and we make plans for drinks and dinner. Ana and I sit at this bar called DC’s for a short while drinking cocktails and taking shots. We had to cut our stay short though because my piece of shit phone has been acting up lately, and needs to be charged constantly. We walk back to her place, charge my phone, and have more cocktails. After another short while, it was time to head over to Maxwell’s for dinner with Lauren and her boyfriend Steve. Dinner was standard, nothing exciting, but quite understandably, by the time it was over, I was close to being very drunk. Lauren and Steve suggested that we go to another bar near their place called the Quiet Lady. Now if you’re ever in Hoboken, stay away. This place is a haven for the I think I am better than you crowd. While there, I drank whiskey to ease the pain, with shots thrown in for good measure. I also played darts with some dickface, and stole a glass because it said Hoegaarden on it. After all that, Lauren dropped Ana and I off at L&J’s; my favorite local bar. By now, we were both pretty fucked up. From when we got there, until we left, we dominated the jukebox; not another soul had the chance to play a song. We ended up staying for almost two hours, but I think I only had one or two drinks; I was that fucked up. I remember walking home vaguely, but the rest of the night was subject to blackout. Who knows? Anything could have happened.
The sunlight breaking through the window finally wakes me up around nine. Luckily, I didn’t feel hung-over, but this was probably because I was still quite drunk. Also, I woke up naked. Who knows? But this is Saint Patrick’s Day in New York City, it was time to rock n’ roll. After another hour of procrastinating in bed, I went downstairs to smoke a cigarette, and make a couple calls. One of which was to Catherine telling her I was coming by to drop off the key, and to request a free breakfast. I went back upstairs to tell Ana we should hurry and get ready to go so we could take advantage of said breakfast. Once ready, we take the twenty-block walk to the PATH station and hop the subway to the remains of the World Trade Center. We walk to the apartment, get on the elevator, see a dog that resembles a multi-colored pig, and walk into the apartment. We wait for a bit while Catherine finishes making cookies, and engage in some amusing banter with her boyfriend Chris in the process. Then we walk to the local diner where I enjoy two breakfasts over more amusing banter at the diner. By now, it was nearly one, and the time had come to head uptown on the subway to meet up with friends. Cell phone service in the subway obviously sucks. So, by the time I emerge to the street at the Times Square station I receive a text message from Layla and realize I should have continued another seventeen blocks up the line to meet her. Here, Ana and I part ways. She heads to a close by bar to meet everyone else, and I head twenty blocks uptown to meet Layla in the heart of the ongoing St. Patrick’s Day parade. Once I get up to 57th and 5th, I find Layla. We quickly decide that the parade sucks, and decide to meet the others at the bar. I call Ana to get the location, and to see if they’re checking for I.D., because Layla is nineteen. 46th and Broadway, it’s all good, no I.D. check. So we head there to find them at a busy Irish bar called Rosie O’Grady’s in the back at a table. By the time we’d gotten there they had all decided that the place was lame and we should all head somewhere else. So we headed east to 2nd avenue to find a cool little Irish pub called The Press Box. Inside, people are packed in like sardines in a tin, and we’re inundated with U2 songs. We all stay there a while and have a few pints of Guinness. After a bit we realize that we’re spending too much money, and come up with a plan to head into SoHo, so we can drink at the bar Ana’s roommate Lea works at for a discount. Layla had to go to the Blue Man Group show with her parents, so I walked her outside, had a cigarette with her, and told her I’d see her back in Arizona the next night. Shortly afterward, six of us were packed into a cab heading down the FDR Drive into SoHo. Finally, we arrived at a place where we could drink gratuitously without the worry of emptying our wallets. First thing on the agenda was the drinking of multiple car bombs, as they were twelve bucks everywhere else. We sat here for a while, got quite drunk, and had a good time. At a certain point, I had discovered that I was wasted. My only remedy? Food. I left and headed up into the East Village to find some weird shop that had a glass case with prepared foods. I don’t even remember what I ate, but it did the job. On the way back to The Living Room, I came across a little basement bar with no sign out front; I felt obligated to go in, check it out, and have a drink in the process. I was digging it, so I went back and told everyone we should head over there when Lea got off work. We did. So, we all went over there and consumed more alcohol. There was a little back area with couches in it that I decided I would sneak a smoke in at. After a couple of minutes the doorman came over to me; he said nothing, but gave me a look instead; it was understood, I got up immediately and walked outside. While I was out there, some random girl came up to me, and asked if I was interested in purchasing a tab of acid and a pill of E; fifteen bucks. Sure, why not. We went into a nearby clothing store, I got change, and we made our transaction in a secluded stairwell. I went back into the no-name bar and told Ana of my purchase, and started drinking more. After a couple of minutes, she told me she was leaving; I think what I did may have pissed her off a bit. So, I was left with her friend Tara, and a couple of other dudes. After a few more drinks, we had all decided to leave. One of the guys was trying to get Tara to leave with him, but I don’t think she was feeling it. So, her and I headed one way, and them another. We walked north to 4th street, then west to the Christopher Street PATH station. We were both pretty drunk, so we ended up taking a couple of unnecessary train rides before reaching Hoboken. It was cool though, because we had a good conversation in the process concerning travel. By the time we had reached L&J’s near Ana’s apartment we had decided that we would travel together in the Pacific Northwest during the summer. At L&J’s we drank more and had a final car bomb for the night that was on the house. Now we were trying to figure out what to do with the rest of the night. Take the train back to her place, go back to Ana’s; but I had to get my bags from Ana’s, as I needed to be at the airport in a few hours. But Ana was not answering her phone; for either of us. However, Tara had Lea’s number, and she told us we could come by. We finished our drinks, stopped at the local pizza place for food, and climbed the stairs to the apartment. When we got in Lea was hanging out in the kitchen with a girlfriend of hers. I went into Ana’s room to get my luggage, but unexpectedly found her in bed with some shirtless guy. So, I introduced myself, grabbed my bags, and went back into the kitchen to drink more while I ate my food. Ana came out and bullshitted with us a bit, then went back in after saying goodbye to me. Then everyone else passed out, except for Lea and I, who watched The House of Yes until I had to call a cab for the airport. I show up there wasted, check my bag, get my ticket, and then proceed to scour all three terminals for an open bar. No luck, I return to my terminal of departure to find that I left my ticket on the air-train. I go back to check-in to tell them I’m drunk and lost my ticket already; they happily gave me a new one. After lulling through the security checkpoint, I found a restaurant next to my gate with a bar in it. Yes! But, no actually. They told me they would not serve liquor until seven, which was twenty minutes after takeoff. So I half finished the breakfast I ordered and boarded the plane. Within two minutes of sitting down, I passed out, and sunk into a very solid sleep.
I wake up to the bright sky coming through the window, and a couple of fat dudes sitting next to me. I check my watch to find I should be landing in about an hour. Soon enough, we land; the best flights are the ones you sleep through. Upon landing, I call Samir for a ride home. After waiting a long time for my bag, he’s still not there. The 202 was closed, so it took him a bit. He gets there, we go, and I’m home. Fuck. I left my phone charger at Ana’s. Must go buy a new one, stat. Wait, cancel that. Jim came home and let me borrow his extra one. My food/liquor/cigarette delivery arrives, and I’m fully stocked. Felicity calls, confirms our date for later. Now that I’m all settled back in, Viki and Ricky come by. We hang here for a bit, and drink a few beers while we wait for my phone to charge, and exchange St. Patrick’s Day stories. After that we head over to Zuma Grill on Mill Ave.. Ricky has a Bloody Mary, Viki a dirty martini, and a Red Bull / Vodka for myself. Then we head over to Margarita Rocks for free food and cheaper drinks. Unfortunately, Jamie was not working, but the new girl was cool. We drink there for a couple of hours, make plans for later in the week, and part ways so I can make my date, and they can go out to dinner. I get back to my place on time, but Felicity is nowhere near on time. I give her a little over an hour for the benefit of the doubt, and then I start to make a couple calls to arrange for other plans. I also happened to slip into a bit of a nap on my bedroom floor with a beer in the process as well. This was probably for the best anyway, because she awakened me when she finally came… two and a half hours late. We went into the kitchen, where she began to make me dinner as promised, and I went out to get some ice for our drinks. She actually made a good meal too, which I find to be rare in a woman these days, and in a different style from what I cook, which was a nice change of pace. After that……….. None of your business kiddies. I don’t usually talk about my sexual activities on here, and this time is no exception, but don’t worry, because there occasionally are exceptions. But for now, go read a porno or something. It was a good night though… And morning…. And afternoon…. And peace bitches…

4th of July, Asbury Park

sandy, the fireworks are hailin' over Little Eden tonight
forcin' a light
into all those stoney faces left stranded on this warm July
down in town the circuit's full with switchblade lovers
so fast, so shiny, so sharp
as the wizards play down on Pinball Way
on the boardwalk way past dark
and the boys from the casino dance with their shirts open
like Latin lovers on the shore
chasin' all them silly New York virgins by the score
oh sandy, the aurora is risin' behind us
these pier lights, our carnival life forever
oh love me tonight for I may never see you again
hey sandy girl... na, na, baby
now the greasers, ah they tramp the streets
or get busted for sleeping on the beach all night
them boys in their high heels
ah sandy, their skins are so white
and me I just got tired of hangin' in them dusty arcades
bangin' them pleasure machines
chasin' the factory girls underneath the boardwalk
where they all promise to unsnap their jeans
and you know that tilt-a-whirl down on the south beach drag
i got on it last night and my shirt got caught
and they kept me spinnin', didn't think i'd ever get off
oh sandy, the aurora is risin' behind us
these pier lights, our carnival life on the water
runnin', laughin'
underneath the bordwalk at night with the boss's daughter
i remember sandy girl... na, na, na, baby
sandy, that waitress i was seeing lost her desire for me
i spoke with her last night and she said
she won't set herself on fire for me anymore
she worked that joint under the boardwalk
she was always the girl you saw
bopping down the beach with the radio
the kids say last night she was dressed like a star
in one of them cheap little seaside bars
and i saw her parked with loverboy out on the Kokomo
did ya hear the cops finally busted Madame Marie
for tellin' fortunes better than me and you
for me this boardwalk life's through, babe
you know you ought to quit this scene too
sandy, the aurora's rising behind us
these pier lights, our carnival life forever
oh, love me tonight, and I promise i'll love you forever
oh, i mean it, sandy girl... na, na, na, baby
yea, i promise, sandy girl... sha, na, na, na baby

stuck in here

I feel trapped... I feel like I'm in a waiting room of sorts. I need OUT. Since Sunday I've been locked away in this barren town... in this barren house. I thought it would be all right, I thought I could use a break. It seems I only needed a day or two. I thought that after the months of non-stop abuse, that perhaps it was time to relax for a stretch, maybe even months of relaxation. How wrong I was. Slowing down is for pussies. So, here am I, bored out of my fucking mind. I'm pacing the house, chain-smoking, and becoming eccentric. Well, I feel that I've laid low long enough after the events of the past weekend. I'm getting out. Tonight or tomorrow; but out. Maybe I'll leave tonight, and stop at an old friends house in central Jersey, then leave there in the morning on my way to NYC. Or, I'll wait until tomorrow, and take the train straight up to NYC for the plans I have there then. Either way, this laying low shit needs to end. I'm going to explode back into the scene, and keep going until I hit the wall. And I'm not talking about running a marathon. I'm talking about a partying, drinking, drugs, and sex type of marathon. Preferably until next Sunday or Monday, continously, and with no sleep. Lets go....

GRIME - mixtape / RADIOSET / instrumental

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01 Wiley - Baby Freestyle
02 Scratchy - Bang Bang Freestyle
03 Tommy Gunz - Morgue Freestyle
04 Wiley - Cut Em Off Freestyle
05 Trim - Bang Bang Freestyle
06 Brazen - Tipsy Freestyle
07 Wiley ft Tommy Gunz & Brazen - All The Time
08 Breeze - Freestyle
09 Roll Deep - Eskimo 3 Freestyle
10 Roll Deep - Morgue Freestyle
11 Trim & Wiley - Over
12 Riko - Piece Of The Pie
13 Scratchy & Trim - Burial
14 Wiley - Doorway Freestyle
15 Wiley - So Sure Freestyle
16 Wiley - Through The Wire Freestyle
17 Wiley - Tipsy Freestyle
18 Tommy Gunz & Wiley - I Need Someone Freestyle
19 Brazen, Tommy Gunz & Discarder - Freestyle
20 Breeze - Freestyle
21 Riko - Gyal Dem
22 Breeze & Scratchy - Cloud 9 Freestyle
23 Wiley - Doin Fine Freestyle
24 Breeze, Tommy Gunz & Wiley - Creepy Crawler Freestyle
25 Wiley, Tommy Gunz, Riko & Brazen - Vega Freestyle
26 Flowdan - Heat Up Freestyle
27 Flowdan - Freestyle
28 Wiley & Breeze - You Better
29 Riko - Headback
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Ivan O - Say What I Like
Devlin - Ghetto Kyote Freestyle
Kano - Ghetto Kyote Freestyle
Bobzee Feat. South Agents - Ah Lie
Jammer, Footsie, Slicks, Wiley, Skepta - Top Producer
Newham Generals - Humpty Dumpty
DaVinChe, Bashy & Katie Pearl - Pryin
Wiley - Eskiboy
Griminal - Grizely Monster Freestyle (Spyro Special)
Doctor - Wicked & Bad
No Lay - Unorthodox Daughter
Footsie - War In Here
Dogzilla - Freestyle
Strappa (Black Ops) & Rugrat - Everyday
Wiley - Gangsters
Skepta - Go On Then
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7.big e.d-backlash
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PHX2NYC

I breathe a sigh of relief, now that I'm down in south Jersey, tucked away in a dimly lit house, in a near empty ghost town.
I had stayed up all night Wednesday, drinking with a few friends, and then biding my time until my morning flight. Samir picks me up just in time to make the baggage cut-off at the airport, and board the flight. PHX to EWR. When I arrive in Newark, I run into Ron Jeremy while getting off the plane, and then discover that the train I had intended to take into Hoboken was no longer running. I call my sister. No answer. She lives there, and I thought I might be able to get a ride from her, but no dice. I call my other sister, and make plans to have dinner with her and her boyfriend in Manhattan later on. Now I call Ana. No answer. She calls back. She tells me to take a cab, because she doesn't want to move her car, as parking in Hoboken is a serious bitch. Great... forty dollar cab ride. When I get there, Ana greets me with a vodka tonic. I take a shower, change, and we're off to see my sister for dinner. We take the PATH train to the World Trade Center station, and walk the few blocks to the apartment to meet them. Instead of going out, Catherine decides to make dinner, and serves us some appetizers she had bought in Little Italy on the way home. So we have a few drinks, eat a very nice dinner, and leave. Now Ana had to work in the morning, so we went right back to Hoboken. She slept, I went out to L&J's for a few drinks. I came back to the apartment, made a cocktail, met Ana's roommate, watched some TV, and fell asleep on the couch. Very exciting stuff.
I awaken to the buzz of the TV and harsh sunlight. Ana is long gone, and the apartment is quiet; I shower. After that, I try to organize my clothes, because I packed a very large duffel bag in about five minutes like an asshole. I got dressed, and on my way out of the place I ran into Ana's roommate, who groggily asked me if I wanted any coffee. Since I was going out, I declined. I stepped out in to the street to be greeted by some very nice weather; better than Phoenix actually. I walked about twenty blocks to the PATH station, got on, rode into Manhattan, and got off at Christopher St. in Greenwich Village. It was still a little early, but I was looking for some sort of action. Perhaps some shithole dive bar in the east Village that opens up at six, maybe some breakfast. So I walk down W. 4th St., then McDougal, then Bleecker, when I get to Broadway, my phone rings. It's Catherine telling me to come hang out, and that she'll make me some breakfast; I tell her I'll be downtown in twenty. I hail a cab, and we follow Broadway down into the financial district. Once at Two Gold Street, I take the elevator sixty floors up to the roof to enjoy a cigarette, and the view. Then twenty-five down to meet Catherine and Chris. Turns out they had both taken the day off work; Chris had a meeting at three, after which they were headed to Lake Placid. Catherine and I walked down to the market to procure some food to make breakfast. As if she hadn't wasted enough money at that overpriced market, she had to stop twice on the way back to buy Starbucks and flowers; our hands were full. When we got back, she made us all French toast, omelets, and fruit cups in emptied out half oranges. Over breakfast, Chris and I had an interesting discussion about the rampant crime and seedier elements of Rio; a conversation spawned by me asking him about his recent trip there. Chris went to his meeting, and I headed to the subway station, because I needed to be back at Ana's to let her in when she returned from work. After I got off the PATH in Hoboken I walked there, stopping on the way to pick up some cheap Vodka for the drink I would have when I got back. Ana returns shortly after I do. We shower up and go. Hoboken PATH station to 9th Street Manhattan. Taxicab to 7th street and avenue A. we decided to go to one of the nicer sushi places in the city before meeting her roommate in SoHo at the bar she works at. Le Miu to be exact. And it was nice. The service was great. The food expensive, but delicious and extremely fresh. The ambiance relaxing. After that we walked a few blocks south into SoHo to meet Lea, her boyfriend, and Megan. We had just enough time to enjoy a free drink and use of the bathroom. Soon enough we were walking back into the East Village to catch the bus to the L train. When we make the bus stop everyone goes into the deli to get change, but I thought they meant singles by this, not coins. So the bus comes, everyone gets on, and I discover my mistake, the bus driver won't even take the bills, he just says 'ON or OFF, ON or OFF', fucking prick. So I run into the deli, get the change, and we're on the next bus within two minutes. When we descend into the subway station we find everyone still there, and the train into Brooklyn pulling up. We ride into the Green Point / Williamsburg area, and start walking to Warsaw. Upon arrival we find a nice sized line at the door, but it moves swiftly. Once inside, bathroom first, must be done, drinks next, it must be done. I told Ana I'd hook her up with drinks, so I order a shot for myself, and a cocktail for each of us. Fucking five dollar drinks the size of a Dixie cup, damn. So I did the only thing I could do, drink them really fast, and buy many more. About a half-hour from then we're out on the dancefloor listening to the opening act; Foreign Islands. Which by the way, kick ass. Great bass lines and percussion; dance music for people who don't dance. As long as they get a good record deal, I see them being big. After the set, we're back at the bar, and Ana needs money. I offer to go out into the neighborhood to find an ATM, on the way out the bouncer asks me if I'm with the band; flattering, but no. So I wander through the Polish section of Brooklyn looking for an ATM, during which I get a phone call and speak in an eastern European accent due to drunkenness and personal amusement. I find it, get the money, and return. On the way back in, I see the front man for Les Savy Fav outside with a skateboard. By now, the drinking has really ramped up, perhaps even gotten out of control. It was also time to get back to the dance floor and push our way up front, as Les Savy Fav was about to be on. A couple minutes after reaching the front come the crashing guitars and pounding bass lines. The front man comes out in a very collegiate suit and a graduation cap; the show begins. What a fucking show too. These boys were on point that night; excellent music and showmanship. As the show progressed, the level of energy increased. At one point I grabbed Ana and thrust our way front and center into the mosh pit. By now the front man had stripped down to a funky white body suit, and if you know what this guy looks like, it was a sight to behold. After a minute or two, Ana was done with the pit, so I walked her out, and asked her if she minded if I went back in; she was cool with it. I just jumped back in and started going nuts; complete release. I hadn't done that in years, and it certainly felt good to do it again. After another ten to fifteen minutes the show came to an abrupt end, and it was time to go. Outside, we found a cab, and took it back into Manhattan, so we could catch the PATH into Hoboken. At the station, I laid down on the platform and smoked a cigarette to see if big brother would call me out like he did a few months back, it didn't happen. After we returned to Hoboken, everyone else kind of disappeared, and Ana and I walked to L&J's for a few nightcaps. We sat and drank until we were forced to leave. During this time, we discussed the intricacies of our relationship, and also the details of another I have in Arizona. On the way back to her place, we stopped and got a cheese steak. In the sub shop Ana was blatantly drunk, but in a funny, cute way, and the server and I had a good laugh over it. When we got back to the apartment, everyone else was asleep, and within five minutes, Ana was too; passed out on the floor to be more precise. Since I was leaving the next day for Central Jersey, and it was about four-thirty in the morning, I decided to leave then. After I packed my bag, I picked Ana up off the floor, and placed her in bed, putting the covers over her, and turning off the lights. I walked up to Washington, and hailed a cab to the PATH station. During the ride I laid down on the bench, and smoked a cigarette in between the cars. I got off in Midtown Manhattan at Penn Station. When I went to purchase my ticket for the NJTransit, I discovered my wallet was gone. FUCK. I’ve come to the conclusion that it fell out of my pocket on the subway when I put my feet up. So, it was as good as gone. I tried to call a friend of mine, but it being five in the morning he did not answer. So here I am in Penn Station, with only the five dollars I unintentionally left in my front pocket, and a cell phone. I was going to wait until Sunday to surprise my parents with my visit, but was either call them and try to get a new license before noon or go downtown and stay at Chris’s apartment. I wanted the license; how else would I go out and drink without it. So I called my dad up, and he said he was on his way. While I waited, I went around the corner, and got an egg and sausage sandwich with coffee while I waited at an all night cafeteria. Almost two hours later my dad is picking me up on Seventh Ave. On the way home I cancelled my credit cards, and remembered my birth certificate was in Arizona, meaning that I would not be getting a license. I conceded to this shitty fact and slept.
Around five p.m. Josh is calling me up, and I told him of my dilemma. As we had plans to go out and reunite with many old friends while I was in town. He tells me he’ll figure it out and get back to me. A couple hours later he calls back and says an old friend of ours is now the night manager at a bar in Belmar, so I won’t need I.D. Hours later I take the train into Belmar and meet them at Connelly Station. An odd reunion of people this was; people who have had quarrels, and not all been in the same room for six years, but tonight the pettiness was gone and we all had a good time. The night basically consisted of excessive drinking, and everyone making the rounds to catch up with another, which did take a while since there were about ten to fifteen of us. I also discovered on this night that I am so over the local Jersey scene; I have been so thoroughly spoiled by partying in NYC and Tempe that I can no longer go back. The only reason I do is to see my old friends. Which I did enjoy. After we all said our goodbyes, and I made plans to hangout with a few of them later in the week in the city, I headed to the sub shop in a neighborhood I used to hangout in years back. Here is where things turn into things, and open storytelling ceases…

who dares wins...

live or die... kill or be killed... survival is a virtue... i'm here... where are you...

i think i'm fucked...

psychotic killers are in the midst... somehow they found out I was here... and if I make it till tomorrow I'll be suprised... I'll be suprised... over and possibly out...

Sex, Crack, and Rock N' Roll

Where was I, when was it? Monday night, Apache, stoned, faded, feeling it. My friend drops by and conveys his stress to me, we have cocktails. I’m supposed to be finding a ride, so I can pick up a girl I’ve just begun to hangout with. He tells me he will do it, but we have to wait too long. He can no longer wait, and must go out to score something worth doing. Of course, she calls me twenty minutes later. I call him, he says he’ll be by in thirty, he never shows. It’s cool though, because I understand his dilemma, and reasons for not showing. Instead, I call her a cab, so she can get here. I run over to the ATM across the street to get the appropriate funds for the cab, and my impending journey to NYC. Once I get back, I talk to Layla and Jess on the steps for a bit. Soon enough I spot the cab pulling in. I go to pay the cabbie, and walk Felicity upstairs. As soon as we get into the apartment, the attraction is electric, we fight with it for a bit, trying to let a respectable amount of time pass before we maul each other, but this was fruitless. Passionate sex was had on the couch, clothes were removed just enough, and even though we had waited for the short time we managed, we had still whipped up enough anticipation to make it really good. Now with that out of the way, we could relax for a bit. We had gone out to the stairwell for some air and a smoke, when we noticed the ride I was waiting for earlier pulling up. We invited him in, and talked for a while. At one point, Felicity and I had become hungry, so we went next door to the hookah lounge to get some Arabic coffee and takeaway, while my friend waited at my place. I ran into a few of the people who partied at my place last week, we smoked some shisha with them, while we drank our coffee, and waited for our food. After we had returned, reunited with our friend, and ate dinner, the conversation turned to drugs. Hard drugs, which ones we wanted, and which ones we could procure in the immediate future. Coke was wanted, but we realized we would have to settle for crack. I suggested a crack house I knew of down in the barren wasteland drug district of east Phoenix. We drove down there and found nothing, this made us cruise the area in search of someone else. We found someone in under a minute, and after some quick talk, he got in the car and directed us to another crack house. On the way there, he was talking the usual ghetto bullshit like ‘I’m O.G.’ and ‘I know all about these streets here’. When we got there, I suggested that my friend go in with him to make sure he was on the level. I wanted to do it myself, but my current look is not a true indication of who I am, and I knew that the last thing these dealers wanted to see was a white-boy with long hair wearing a polo shirt. However, my friend was too scared. So I said fuck it, I’ll go, I wanted to go. We hop out of the car and head towards a shit-hole of a house, with random crack heads lurking outside of it. We went in the back and I gave our man the cash for what we needed. At the same time some crack head sidled up to me, and we talked while I waited. She was befriending me, and telling me she came up to look after me, because they did not like white people here. I told her it’s okay, I have my butterfly knife with me, in case anything pops off. Which in hindsight, probably meant very little, because they most likely had guns, and I certainly did not. Anyways, everything went off without a hitch, and I dropped a broker fee on our man. On the way to the car the crack head began begging me for a hit, telling me she’d give me fifty cents or whatever; what a joke. Once at the car, I ask my friend for some cellophane to put the rocks in, but he’s all flustered, just saying ‘Get in the car, get in the car, get in the car.’ So, we drive off into the night and my buddy immediately gives the product a test run. Satisfied, we head back to my place. Once back, we have more drinks, and run through the crack very quickly. Shortly after the shit was gone, my friend chose to leave Felicity and I to the rest of our night. Will I discuss it here? No. There’s just some things that are private. I tell you fuckers enough anyways. Let’s just say we had a good time, and she left around four p.m. the next day.

A Trip Into Cali

So, I took my first foray into California this past weekend. It was Thursday night, and I was getting drunk with Jim. I had bought a case of beer, we were running through it quite fast, listening to old tunes from the sixties, and bullshitting about things related to the trip we were taking the next day. Layla came by at this point, and we sat longer on the balcony drinking more beers while watching the police rousts a nearby apartment. Hours had passed since Jim and I began drinking, and he decided it was time to sleep if he was going to be ready for tomorrow. Layla and I walked next door to the hookah lounge, which was very busy; as it usually is. Once we got in, we happened to know several people already there, so getting a seat wasn’t a problem. We sat for a while, got some dinner, smoked some shisha, and bullshitted with the other regulars there. At one point, Casper was saying that they had plans to go to this girl’s house for beer pong, but she had changed her mind. So I said fuck it, I’m leaving town in twelve hours, let’s do it at my place. After hanging out there a little while longer Layla and I left, telling Casper on the way out to round everyone up and come by when they were done there. When we get back to Apache, she says she needs to study/sleep, and may be down later. I realize that I had better pack a bag for the weekend, because I may not get another chance to do it; which was right. So, I pack my bag, crack open another brew, light up a smoke, lie down on the stairwell outside, and wait. In a bit, the first wave of guests arrives bearing a couple cases of beer. Now we have to figure out how to setup a beer pong table in my cramped apartment. First, we play on the island counter in the kitchen, but it’s just not up to par. Then we contemplate using the screen door from my balcony, no good, it’s just too wobbly. Finally we take the coffee table, stack the two end tables on it, then rip off my closet door, and put it on top; resulting in a majestic beer pong table. By now, more people come, then some more people come, and then some more people come, it goes on. My partner and I had been running the table for too long, and considering I had been drinking since three in the afternoon, I was becoming too drunk to host a party. And it’s not like I’m some hotshot beer pong master, but we had a technique for distracting the competition, this being my partner practically topless and shaking her tits around for the duration of play. Hey, whatever works, right? I had to quit though, so I passed my spot off to another player and began to mingle. I went onto the balcony to smoke a cigarette and talk to some other people. Then I noticed a massive pyramid of beer cans being built in the kitchen high enough to reach the ceiling. Nancy and Mick came by, so Nancy and I went into the bedroom to smoke some bud, and found Casper in there playing guitar. The party continued for another couple of hours, and I met a couple of interesting prospects, which will motivate me to frequent the hookah lounge more often upon my return from New York. Around four in the morning all of the guests had gone, except for Derik. We stayed up another couple of hours listening to grime and scrounging around for phantom beers. We talked about going to Harlows for breakfast, but decided to sleep until ten instead of waiting another couple of hours.

Friday morning, eleven-thirty a.m., Derik comes to my bedroom door to wake me up. We get in the car and head out. After a while of traffic, train crossings, and harassing random passerbies, we reach Harlows, the mecca of greasy diner breakfast in Tempe. After stuffing ourselves with massive breakfasts, and having a bit of fun with the waitress, we made it back to my place just in time for my ride to California. Craig gets to Apache, Jim and I get in the car, tie up some loose ends in the valley, then hit the 10 freeway for a long drive into Cali. Come seven p.m. we’re 350 miles away and eight thousand feet up. We had gone from the eighty-degree valley of the sun to a frigid twenty-five degree mountain town an hour north of L.A.. When we got there, the cabin was cold with no working facilities, so we had to turn everything on. After that, we headed out to the store to get some whiskey and vodka before the liquor store closed. Now we were off to find a place where we could get a square meal. I was the last one to eat, and that was at noon, so we were all quite hungry. We stumbled upon a nice little place called Nottingham’s. When we walk in we find a two piece band doing a set of cover songs for what seemed to be a nice little family environment, but in a drunken bar kind of way. We approach the bar to speak to an English bartender who was very helpful. Our dinners were massive, and satisfying due to our hunger, not the quality of the food. We had many drinks, bullshitted for a while, and listened to the music. The time had come to go back to the cabin, as we still had to wait for additional guests to arrive. On the way back we gathered beer and breakfast foods for the morning. When we got back to the cabin, we started a fire, listened to music, and consumed more alcohol. Now, Viki and Ricky, who were on their way, had gotten lost. Apparently, they had been drinking in the car. Moreover, Ricky who was driving, was getting a bit of road head, evidently this had caused some confusion and they turned off onto an exit about fifty miles before they were supposed to. After we had straightened it out, they called again later and said that they may run out of gas, before telling us their location, and there is no cell phone service in the area they were approaching. So we waited, and after the time had come when we expected them to arrive, Craig and I decided to go out searching. We came head on with them about five miles from the cabin, so we turned around and called them. After a quick trip to the gas station, we all got to the cabin. Once there, we stayed up all night getting very drunk, listening to music, taking silly pictures, and just engaging in general nonsense. The point finally came when we had decided to hit the hay, and the house was lulled to sleep by the sounds of Viki and Ricky fucking.

Twenty-four hours after we had left Tempe, I’m awakening to sunlight and the view of mountains coming through the high window in the loft I was sleeping in. A serious hangover is making its presence known in my brain. But I found the cure in the kitchen; a nice hot cup of black coffee, slightly cooled by a shot of ice-cold whiskey. Shortly after, everyone had congregated in the kitchen. When Craig and I were done ransacking the kitchen for all available options, I made breakfast for everyone with Craig’s help. The plan was to go snowboarding, but the plan had been fucked up. Jack and Wingman, who never showed the previous night, were bringing me a snowboard. Viki and Ricky went snowboarding; Craig, Jim, and I hiked up a mountain. Now, maybe it was because I was hung-over, maybe it was because I smoke too many cigarettes, maybe it was because I’ve been killing my body with excessive alcohol, drugs, parties, and sex; but climbing the mountain had shown me how out of shape I had become. My heart was looking to burst from my chest and my breathing had become desperate. However, we got high up the mountain, chilled for a while, and it was worth it; what a view. After hurdling back down, we took a walk through the surrounding neighborhood. Upon returning to the cabin, we had a thought to check out the town of Big Bear Lake. We parked the car when we got there and decided to check out a couple bars. First off, we went to ‘The Pub’ for a nice cool draft. It was a nice cozy place, but perhaps a little too calm for what we were looking for. Next, we went to Chad’s Place. Here we found a bandstand, pool tables, foosball, darts, tables, couches, and three bars. We soon realized that this was the place to make our scene tonight. There were all kinds of typical California girls in there, many seeming to have fake I.D. as well. By the way, California people; what is wrong with you? I’m going to have to break in here for a minute and comment on these idiots from a land that is known as southern California. Evidence of this had been presented first when we were driving in, such as morons putting snow chains on their tires for dry pavement. Then almost all the people we met seemed to have there heads up there ass. Then as if to make things worse, they had this air of false toughness, and street savvy. It was a joke. I remembered a passage from Kerouac’s Desolation Angels, when William S. Burroughs is telling Jack Kerouac in Tangiers, referring to the Moroccan people walking in the street “Just treat them like peasants and push them out of the way, they may pretend to be tough, but they’re nothing.” I thought of taking them to the projects in Newark, and showing them how little they really knew about there illusory personas. But anyways, after a few drinks we were off. Back at the cabin, we caught the Duke vs. UNC game while waiting for Viki and Ricky to finish snowboarding. Viki and Ricky returned with a very funny story about what had happened on the mountain. I had asked them how many runs they went on, and Viki said only two. They had been gone for hours, so I asked why that was, so she told us. When they were on the shuttle between mountains, Viki began to experience what we call tunnel vision, and somehow this resulted in her shitting her pants. This apparently sent a foul odor wafting through the bus. When they got to Snow Summit, she went to the bathroom. When she was cleaning up, she was still so disoriented, that she walked out with shit still on her hand. Now Ricky tells us that she wiped her face off, and smeared shit all over it in the process. Hence explaining why only two runs were completed in the six hours they were gone. Anyways, we all showered up, and headed out to dinner at a little place called Blondie’s. What a dinner, the food was very hearty, and we ate a lot of it. So much so, that by the end I was in a near food coma, comparable to Thanksgiving. Afterwards we staggered over to Chad’s Place to find a live band, a packed bar, and a five dollar cover. We weren’t even there five minutes when Viki and Ricky are saying their going to go home soon, and Jim is nowhere to be found. I went outside to smoke, when I ran into Jim, who says he has been at the bar around the corner; I tell him we’ll be in shortly. I go back in, round everyone up, and we go to the bar around the corner. We find Jim out back, in the smoking room, which also has a pool table, and another bar. We sit there a bit, wallowing in our fullness from dinner, and drink. Although I wanted to power through and stay out, the decision had been made to head back to the cabin. On the ride home, we pick up more breakfast foods, and Craig and I talk about an upcoming trip to Thailand. When we return we sit in the main room and drink more. The fun vibe of the previous night had been broken, and it did not return. Craig and I ended up debating the points of my current out-of-line life, and its relation to my future aspirations. I don’t think either of us won. Soon, Viki, Ricky, and Craig had gone to bed. At this time, thoughts had been running through my head, I needed to get out, I needed to get into the darkness of the nearby mountains, and try to center some things. Jim and I left the cabin, and entered the forest. Through the star-lit night, we found a cave high up in the rocks. We sat there for a while and philosophized while drinking from the bottle of Vodka I had brought for the trip. After an hour or two of this, we walked back, and slept.

The next day was quite uneventful. Viki and Ricky had vanished before the rest of us had woken up. Jim made us breakfast, we ate it. We cleaned all the evidence of our stay there, and left. A long drive into the sunset of the deserts of California and Arizona. We returned to Tempe at eight p.m.. I was greeted by the remains of the party my apartment had hosted three days prior. The trip was done, and so was I.

sparks fly on E street

yeah.. let me tell ya.. i kinda ran into this guy here, well, the way i met this cat, it was like... i don't know if i should tell ya, it's like three in the morning, three-thirty right, in Asbury Park, and uh, all the bars closed, all the bars closed down, and ah, it was a night, it was a night like last night, except it was raining like crazy, like the wind was blowing, it was raining, and I was at, you know down by the Prince, I was down by this place called the Prince, and I was walking down the street, and there's nobody else out on the street, there's the wind, the rain's coming down, and I got my jacket, my other one, this is my fancy jacket, but I got my other jacket, all bundled up, hustling down the street, and way.. about three blocks down, you know way down the street I see this.... this, this form coming towards me, right, so its gets a little closer, and there's this cat, you know, and he's getting a little closer, and I say well, I don't wanna take any chances, I'm gonna... so I crossed the street, I didn't walk on the same side, and when I crossed the street, he crossed the street, so.. I tried to make believe I didn't notice, and I tried to nonchalantly cross the street again, he crossed the street again, he's getting closer all the time, and about a block away, this guy... I mean it's windy, it's like 80 mile per hour gale force winds, right, and um, and down there on the street here comes this guy, dressed in a white suit, right, with a walking stick, a cane, a white hat, with a hundred dollar black leather coat thrown over his shoulders, walking real slow in my direction, so, um, we get closer, and we got closer, and we got about half a block away, and I was getting pretty scared so I jumped in the doorway, and I figured I was gonna stand there and let him pass me by, and this guy walks up, stands right in front of the doorway where I'm standing, right, puts out his hand, you know, so I took all the money out of my pockets, threw it on the ground, took my coat off, threw that on the ground, this guy didn't budge right, didn't budge an inch, just standing there with his hand out, diamond studded cane, so, slowly, I sort of eased my hand down to his, slowly I eased it down, and um...and when we touched... sparks light on E street, when the boy prophets walk it, handsome and hot, the little girls' souls grow weak when the man-child gives them a double shot, them schoolboy pops pull out all the stops on a friday night, and them teenage tramps in skin-tight pants do the E Street dance and it's alright, well there either dancin' or hooked up in a scuffle, dressed in snakeskin suits packed with Detroit muscle, doin' the E Street shuffle, well E Street brats in twilight dual flashlight phantoms in full star stream, well down fire trails on summer nights chasing little blondies pledged sweet 16, well Power 13 said the heat's been bad since he gave a trooper all he had in a late summer scuffle, and Power's girl, Little Angel, she's out there on the corner keepin' those crazy boys out of trouble, Little Angel steps the shuffle like she ain't got no brains, she's deaf in combat way down, oh down on Lover's Lane, she drives all them local boys insane, Little Angel says, "Oh, everybody form a line Oh, everybody form a line", sparks fly on E Street when the boy- prophets walk it, handsome and hot, all the little girls' souls grow weak when the man-child gives them a double shot, Little Angel works at Easy Joe's, a joint where all the riot squad goes when they're cashin' in for a cheap hustle, but them boys are forever out there on the corner, loose and lazy, listening to the radio, and doin that E Street Shuffle, as them sweet summer nights turn into summer dreams, Little Angel picks up Power and he slips on his jeans as they move on out down to the scene...having a party...having a party......having a party......having a party..............

-the boss

Notes From The Underground...

I started by drinking the Robotussin variant of this drug just for a fun thing to do one day. I messed up the dosage and drank about twice as much as a high dose for an experienced user. I was sitting in my friend Allen’s basement when I did this; strange rumblings began down within my stomach “SHIT, something’s wrong, what the fuck did I do?” PANIC hits me like a punch in the face and I leave abruptly. I walk out into the street and the cold winter air embraces me like a temptation. Rip open the door of the Chevy tank and mash the gas. Beam myself back across town to sanctuary. Make it halfway across town. FUCK. Can’t hold it anymore. Pull over. Get the fuck out. Quick. Run out into the trees of the dusk woods. Regurgitation. A purple cascading waterfall had erupted from the bowels of my belly and gravity ripped it to the ground with a vengeance. Something devilish within the vomit I’d just discarded, glowing purple ectoplasm with demons swimming in it. Not there yet though. Back in the tank. Back on the road. Must get home. Pushing the pedal so hard as to think it would go through the floor. Run a few stop signs, pass a couple cars, exit. Home. Go into my room and crash, I hope I don’t die. Sleep.

I wake up feeling funny. A few hours have passed. I don’t really feel like I’m tripping or anything, but reality seems a bit tinted. I decide I’ll go outside and catch some fresh cold winter air. When I stepped out into that cold winter night I knew things were definitely different. The immense evergreen trees in my yard were swaying gently in the black sky. Each little green spike on those trees was alive, thousands of them, maybe even millions. They spoke to me, danced fervently in the wind. It was like being in a slightly different version of our world, and I didn’t know what to expect next.

Ramble...

Every time I do this, the bus is late
No worry
Nick of time
Traffic on the runways
Elevated power naps
Circling the darkness of Gotham
Best view I have ever seen
Always waiting for these tagged bags
November hypothermia
Back on the main artery
Forgotten train station lullabies
One more fare
Five to kill yourself
Ten to have everyone watch you do it
Five every five minutes to enjoy it
Fuck this place
Time for pre-feast diner cheeseburgers
Run into the ex-junkie who wants junk
Hour and a half frigid streets
Ten-minute panhandlers
One-hour trains
Warm chicken in the frozen ghost town
Awaken to obligatory family
Cook
Eat
Sleep
Typical
Running errands on a blackened Friday
Time to return to the train
Beach becomes endless skyscrapers
Plucked right outside the station
Walk past the former riotous tent city
The bar of summer takeaway
1,2,3,4 down
Now out
Broadway
Liberty
Gold
Twenty-five floors up
Gin and tonics
Eighties nostalgia
Emotional reprise
Fifty-two floors up
Infinite lights
Infinite buildings
At the center of a sliver
Held together by two rivers
Endure the cold
To enjoy the beauty
That most of the world will never know
Twenty-seven floors down
Drinking
Dancing
Fucking
Most glorious sunrise ever
And finally…
Sleep
Awaken to the darkness
Heads a few sizes to big
Walking down streets gated with skyscrapers
Frozen pizza and beer
Subway station of demolished dreams
Under the river to the other side
Basement bar
Doomed generation
Drinking
Dancing
Fucking
And again…
Sleep
Awaken to Easy Mac
Take the sibling taxi
Crossed tracks on the two hour train
Rip-off udon and loose ends
Crossed tracks on the two hour train
No udon, no sake, just rolls
Under the river to the other side
Basement bar
Two pitchers
Twenty minutes
Taxicab confessions
One last night in paradise
East village bars
English stars
Vodka tonics
Pogo dancing
Wandering for happy endings
Buying groceries from Arlene
Breaking minor laws all night
Trust me, it’s all right
One last subway
Drinking and sleeping on the benches
Big brother extinguishes my cigarette
Under the river to the other side
Late night food
Break bigger laws
Get caught
Well, almost
Patrolman let me go
Drown in a sea of commercial America
And this was unwanted…
Sleep
Awaken to Venetian blind sunlight
Infomercials
Missed the takeoff
Repaired at the terminal
Shitty gate seats with a chair arm missing
Sleep
Awaken to over anxious travelers
Get a seat on the ticket
Takeoff
Land
Bags
Bus
Home
Sleep
Awaken to what I’d been missing