There you go..don't tell me i never gave you anything. I was tossed. From there we drank until the games started niggas watched the Jets lose and the Saints win. Then we went and watch yet another one of my homies do their thing at a local bar where him and his band (The Turn) tear it up every Sunday night. It didnt sound like it but it was a low key night a well needed low key night. From there everyone went to sleep after a round of videogames and I left in the morning.
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Yes ya boy did some major partying and some major catching up with a buncha homies, others had to get xed out. My bad tho, I'm on the Chinatown bus lookin out the window of my beloved NYC skyline...even in the rain she looks amazing as fuck. It still look like it's missing the towers I still cant believe they gone smh. Anyway ima do a little recap..nah ima go in when describing my weeekend.
Friday I left early for Manhattan or the city as some would call it. I met some people I haven't seen in a whiiile; since high school to be exact, we had sme major catching up to do n we did that over playin random games at Dave n busters, white castle hit the spot like a muhhhg cuz its been a while. I chilled with them for almost he whole day, coolin, walking aroung 42nd street chilling over at Bryant Park . Talkin bout people from high school n isht my ass found out that miss quiet chick was the od slide in hs lol amongst otha shit, i was totally oblivious smh. Catching up with them motivates me to do my thing cuz us as a class (of 2000) are doin our thing in a major way.
Anyway how I come to heard from these fellas was on some unfortunate shit. A mutual friend of ours was talkin mad reckless about he Haiti situation and being that me n one of the dudes from hs I saw on Friday are Haitian we def took offense. I'd explain bit I'll just post the bullox that ensued.
Yeah that dumb ass shit. Homie knows nothing literally smh. I had a nice ass response for that one nigga to but as soon as homegirl said ignorance truly is bliss i said fuck it...why even bother. Usually people would say pray for em but i dont wanna bother doing that either fuck em in the ear son, real talk. lol
Yea me n sd were gonna meet soon anyway when he comes to Philly but after i made a decision to actually make it to NY i hit him up and got a mini reunion goin. We even talked about this bull shit too ...it wasnt til the end tho...
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Wow today (weds 1/20) I ain't do much drinking but info was exchanged.
Yeah from the words of my aunt and grandma someone in Haiti tried to kill me back when I was over there in 91'. Lol Tati (aunt) said that people were lookin at me and my brother cause we came over from NYC or the states in general. They tellin me stories of people would be outside my window whispering my name an isht, they call these people jab (jahb) now me I think it's some super superstitious isht but people believe in that kinda stuff shit grandma (in a way to rationalize the quake) says that it's Gods way of punishing the jahb n the bad people, but she just distraught over the whole thing.
I also learned that I was in Haiti very early on in my life when I was 2. It was then my good friend who I mentioned before "lundi" pushed me n she broke my tooth n isht. Lol madda fact I learned her name wasn't "lundi" but "nandi". After the story I cautiously asked my aunt her fate after the quake...she said that she's in nursing school in Miami lol. It wasn't all good news tho our only neighbor back when we were in port-au prince is dead, not cause of the quake, he died very poor and was walkin the port-au-prince streets an old panhandler. Sad shit cuz dude taught me how to type n isht. Well he tried.. Lol
Ehh it was a very nostalgic day. Today...again. Went past my uncles crib n I felt like a stranger.... We was never really close wit that family due to isht but it was wierd seeing them...didn't see all of em but still maybe it was best, who knows.
Do u snore??...if u don't know then you should ask somebody. If u share a room with your sibling...ask him or her.. like seriously. Go out wit them go to a deli preferably a Subway. Buy em a footlong so that they can repay you wih candor when u ask them: "brother, sister?? Do I snore when I sleep? I guarantee u that if u follow the steps labeled above u will recieve an honest answer.
What causes snoring? Is is season? Is it just obstruction of the nasal passages? Does It have to do with weight? Tone of voice...sins of the past? I don't have the outright answer but can Google it for ya
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I'm in my grandmas/aunts house over in BK and I can't sleep. Yeah it is 1:19 and i usually go to sleep at 4am sure! But the reason I can't sleep is cause of my aunts incessant snoring like eff! She can't help it tho, shit she probably doesn't even know she does it but she does. Eventually I'll get some sleep but I just wanted to write via ITouch a lil bit.
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Yeah call me 
spontaneous but i decided on Friday that i would head out to NYC to do it up for my boys bday. I was excited but not as excited when the day came, which was the next day; not because I'll get to see my friends from college (i was a bit psyched for that i'll admit) but I was excited for the sheer fact that I will be in New York City again. Writing this is making me feel like a tourist cause in my head I'm thinkin tourists from Milwaukee feel the same way I felt when they are on their way to "The city that never sleeps".
I took the "Chinese bus" which is basically a bus company owned by chinese people and they transport people to major cities for like 12 bucks ($20 round trip). Chances are you probably have one if there is a Chinatown in your city. I'm in the bus and we approach the Holland Tunnel and i see the skyline im not gonna front I started tearing up a lil. Shit was as beautiful as I left it, shit more even.
aight fast forward cause this is basically an I[heart] NY thread than a what i did thread.
I got mad fuckin drunk. I carried a nice mini bottle of EnJ across state lines and it did me in, when we were at the hot ass club (club stay: NO A.C.) i wanted to e'arl B.
My boy coulda smashed some chick he knew but she wouldn't fuck on account of mad heads sleeping outside their door (me included), im guessing. So his drunk ass goes nuts and kicks her out at 5:30 in the morning. GRIMEY but we've all been guilty of such a thing. She came from BK jus to "sleep over" so homboy got tight and kicked her out with impunity. So instead of listening moans, smacks and screams I heard yelling, shouting and smacking lol. Fireworks indeed.
