crazy in love
my head is fried. beyond fried. dba and my dad are both coming into town tomorrow night. and I'm moving the next day. I really haven't done much packing during the week because of rehearsal's for the kobe bryant project and free parking. free parking was last night, it's a sketch show and I decided to just go out and have a good time, toss back a couple of ultras and wait for no buzz to happen. did karaoke. rapped over safety dance and the place went apeshit, dj bought me a shot and all the girls said that they were in love with me. makes me feel like I could do shows, could go on tour. I just don't know because I haven't tried. but the audience was so accepting it made me wonder how the rest of the country would take me. benji wrote again from germany. said he wanted to get support behind me and make mc chris a full time gig for me. it all sounds so perfect, I can only wait and see what unfolds. to add to stress, I've been editing a brak show all week. that's where I do all the button pushing while my boss taps my shoulder from behind. it can drive you crazy, but only because it's not a very creative endeavor. I'm kinda just a monkey doin monkey work. makes me have crazy suerstar fantasies all day long. and I've got this car that has been driving me crazy. it won't start sometimes. and it's already been sold to me lock stock and barrel. so it's kinda my problem if it doesn't work. it's my lemon now. I'm getting a guy to look at it this weekend. he's one of those friend of a friend mechanics that doesn't have a garage and doesn't lie or charge hardly anything. cool dude. and his pretty freckled wife shoos away mosquitoes while his blue rubber gloves dig into my engine. when the car gets going though and the windows go down and beyonce goes up and the atlanta airs wraps around me like cotton candy... when it's all worth it, it's a dream, a sweet ass dream. I'd like to take a vacation, not from doing stuff, I do that already, I mean from worrying. A vacation from bills and dmv's and leases and cartoons and money. just go on a drive to some random wildlife preserve. smoke a big fat louisville slugger and just lie back with the daisies tickling my ears. I'm so exhausted, so spent. next week, there's kobe bryant rehearsal all week and then the show on saturday. and then there's the birthday of this lousy country to celebrate. I look forward to my new apartment and its shower. it's like I've emerged from the jungle thick with dirt and cobwebs caked all over my tired body. the jungle goes down the drain and I'm all clean and spiffy. I can see it. last night everyone commented on how skinny I was because I had to tuck my shirt in for this one vaudeville sketch I did. I caught myself looking in the mirror pressing my hands flat against my new streamlined stomach. something in me is about to burst. I really do feel like I could be something great. only time will tell the tale. xomc