1.01.2004
whoa, its been a while. but hey, its a new year, time to be productive right? so here it is, day by day and night by night, doogie howser style... well.. starting tomorrow. cause its cold, im tired, and its almost four.
this was what i did for new years, according to (mf) drawstring:
02:36 am: like a rolling stone
more and more in oh four
"...i think it was when cozza showed up with the cookies and peppermint ice cream that really set it off.
i started freestyling with my mouth full of food. and it wasn't long after that boncecrusher was on 106 & party taking his shirt off and doing the worm. soon we were trying to do the worm. and then we were in the van headed nowhere. i called shannon and she was at ellen's. then i called riley's house on a whim and talked to her mom at 11:30. why not.
a caramel brother in an afro wig and elvis glasses answered ellen's door asking who we were. our names. and then told us to get inside immediately and get some ass. this is marco. the dude at the table offered of shots of blue vodka and asked for vicodin, percocet, darvan, percadan, or really any pharmaceuticals. here were two half puerto rican brothers from the same mother. one black. one white. both drunk. and they made my new's year's eve.
marco pointed me to some old looking broad sitting down. this was shannon's friend krista. she was not really as busted as i initially thought. and was very nice.and wanted matt to make sparks come out of her ass. across the table from matty was lisa. as per, she was throwing it. only she got wider since i saw her summer 2001. like twice as wide. shannon was very concerned with party poppers. and ellen was happy to see me. and i was happy to see her. i realized that ellen is one of those people i've known over half of my life. and she noted that this was the first time we'd spent new years together. word.
the rest of the night is hard to explain. i think the catalyst was a black jesus portrait on the couch. cozza had to take one for the team so to take the peer pressure off of draper and i. and i thank him for that. there was talk of weapons charges and beatdown from the joliet police. also, time served in the u.s marine corps. and something about being a registered emt. and teenage gangbanging and the ilk. the discussion took a sharp left and accelerated quickly once marco found we like hip hop. there was talk before that. about dicks. and maybe farrakahn. all kinds of shit. but once the hip hop came up, it was marco just going off. matty was somewhere shannon and krista and lisa were dancing in the living room. ellen was somewhere. and the four fo us were entrenched in rooting out the past ten years of hip hop.
midnight hit sometime. shannon and krista left sometime. but shannon was on the phone the whole time anyway. and cozza wasn't going Anywhere with krista so we didn't get invited with. matty and ellen popped back up at some point. talk of cunnilingus doctorates. and then matty related the same hip hop notes as marco. until we got into the hood tales.
up in smoke tour. backstage. ounces. vip passes. showed up in a timepiece, a wife beater, some sunglasses, khaki shorts, and flip flops and walked out of the booth laced out in source gear. laminates. backstage. pulling out ounces for mack one oh. dre.like you and me. this far. the drunker these two got. the crazy the story got. but the same story was told about eighteen times in the same sitting. it was hilarious. "snoop you first album was gangsta. your second album -was shit- no, was gangsta. your third album - was shit -yeah, was shit. and he said 'nigga, i'm getttin paid' and passed the blunt to me." when marco knocked a bottle over and poured a drink into his lap without flinching and matty started telling me about how xzibit's foundation touched him because he had a shorty, we called it a night. ellen was making goofy faces. and lisa was yelling "gangsta" every once in a while. but we left on love note. and i think we'll see these two again.
tonight was exactly the night i needed. just chilling with real folks. totally comfortable and not doing anything but being with old friends, good friends, and new friends. new year. yeah. more and more."
thats what went down. something will come of it soon. ill keep you posted.
this was what i did for new years, according to (mf) drawstring:
02:36 am: like a rolling stone
more and more in oh four
"...i think it was when cozza showed up with the cookies and peppermint ice cream that really set it off.
i started freestyling with my mouth full of food. and it wasn't long after that boncecrusher was on 106 & party taking his shirt off and doing the worm. soon we were trying to do the worm. and then we were in the van headed nowhere. i called shannon and she was at ellen's. then i called riley's house on a whim and talked to her mom at 11:30. why not.
a caramel brother in an afro wig and elvis glasses answered ellen's door asking who we were. our names. and then told us to get inside immediately and get some ass. this is marco. the dude at the table offered of shots of blue vodka and asked for vicodin, percocet, darvan, percadan, or really any pharmaceuticals. here were two half puerto rican brothers from the same mother. one black. one white. both drunk. and they made my new's year's eve.
marco pointed me to some old looking broad sitting down. this was shannon's friend krista. she was not really as busted as i initially thought. and was very nice.and wanted matt to make sparks come out of her ass. across the table from matty was lisa. as per, she was throwing it. only she got wider since i saw her summer 2001. like twice as wide. shannon was very concerned with party poppers. and ellen was happy to see me. and i was happy to see her. i realized that ellen is one of those people i've known over half of my life. and she noted that this was the first time we'd spent new years together. word.
the rest of the night is hard to explain. i think the catalyst was a black jesus portrait on the couch. cozza had to take one for the team so to take the peer pressure off of draper and i. and i thank him for that. there was talk of weapons charges and beatdown from the joliet police. also, time served in the u.s marine corps. and something about being a registered emt. and teenage gangbanging and the ilk. the discussion took a sharp left and accelerated quickly once marco found we like hip hop. there was talk before that. about dicks. and maybe farrakahn. all kinds of shit. but once the hip hop came up, it was marco just going off. matty was somewhere shannon and krista and lisa were dancing in the living room. ellen was somewhere. and the four fo us were entrenched in rooting out the past ten years of hip hop.
midnight hit sometime. shannon and krista left sometime. but shannon was on the phone the whole time anyway. and cozza wasn't going Anywhere with krista so we didn't get invited with. matty and ellen popped back up at some point. talk of cunnilingus doctorates. and then matty related the same hip hop notes as marco. until we got into the hood tales.
up in smoke tour. backstage. ounces. vip passes. showed up in a timepiece, a wife beater, some sunglasses, khaki shorts, and flip flops and walked out of the booth laced out in source gear. laminates. backstage. pulling out ounces for mack one oh. dre.like you and me. this far. the drunker these two got. the crazy the story got. but the same story was told about eighteen times in the same sitting. it was hilarious. "snoop you first album was gangsta. your second album -was shit- no, was gangsta. your third album - was shit -yeah, was shit. and he said 'nigga, i'm getttin paid' and passed the blunt to me." when marco knocked a bottle over and poured a drink into his lap without flinching and matty started telling me about how xzibit's foundation touched him because he had a shorty, we called it a night. ellen was making goofy faces. and lisa was yelling "gangsta" every once in a while. but we left on love note. and i think we'll see these two again.
tonight was exactly the night i needed. just chilling with real folks. totally comfortable and not doing anything but being with old friends, good friends, and new friends. new year. yeah. more and more."
thats what went down. something will come of it soon. ill keep you posted.
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