fifty cc's of mc
what a week. I'm spent like the rent. kobe closed on saturday. some fans drove 400 ki to come see me. pretty amazing. my boss and the athf PA's came to see it too, very nice of them, we went and had some beers at yacht, then I was off to mjq and then backstreet where we got seriously messed up and thrown out. or I got thrown out and my friend along with me, something about projectile vomitting. so I'm prolific... then it's looking for my car, then it's sitting on someone's lawn and having a two hour convo (can't recall a word of it.) woman goes to walk her dog, it's dawn. "does he need an ambulance?" that's been asked twice this summer. and this will be third time getting thrown out. I guess I'm just getting feistier as time goes on rather than sedate. let's hope I survive my twenties. off to the woods without a wink of sleep to babysit a hyperactive three year old for five hours. and it was never my intention to do so. the details aren't necessary. I did get in quite a few sponge bob episodes and cracked up often. I'd never really given it much of a chance cuz the enemy makes it. i kept on passing out on the bed and then this laughing three year would jump on my head. actual convo while I tied his little shoes:

mc: what drinks do you like to drink?
alli: i don't like whisky. or beer. but I like rootbeer. rootbeer's pretty good. and water. and ice. I like drinking ice.

monday the tattletales roll into town, doin the old punk rock pitch, can we crash? I greet them with four beers and lots of dope and we hang out and I show'm some cartoons but refrained from playing any new music because of the drama that lies therin. we ate some food and went to karaoke which was a laborious undertaking to be kind. we listened to poorly sung ballads for what seemed like a lifetime. then the punk rock kids went up and sang 'minority' but I felt a little guilty cuz I was handin off pbr tallboys tryin to get'm soused when I know they had no cash. and they was soused when they sang. atl was not ready for the punk onslaught. all I saw was nyc cool. I rocked the mike, the audience all cheered, girls peered over their booths to catch a glimpse of the rapping wunderkind. we left the near empty bar and ran home to video games and turns of I'm not gonna pass out... zzzzzz... had a little health scare, thought I had cancer all week, but saw the doctor today and all's cool that end's cool. starting rehearsing for another improv show, but felt too sick to really put my all into it. and now next week is new york and recording and there's still some writing needed to be done for the five songs I plan to bring with me. so much to do. last night I took off to watch netflix (daredevil and deerhunter) to relax and do nothing and that's what I plan to do all weekend. I need to make my rhymes rza razor sharp and be ready to get my junk outta here.

I don't have mtv right now, so I've been going to their website to watch new vids. like sarai's. I think she looks like the andrea from 90210 but really skinny and blonde. cute. bad rhymes but she drops a cee-lo reference so now I think we should make out. too bad she's going the ghetto route. only solidifies my belief in whitie rap, there is none. I watched dream's new vid. they got a new girl that the camera never really stays on for too long. she's the youngest. yum. i love's me some dream and the dirty old man thoughts that follow. the new song is eh... but I love their first album to such an extent that I will forgive lapses in judgement and cast changes. as for fanny pack and northern state... NEXT! every new song I hear, except for that junior senior song, or is it senior junior, falls pretty flat. the scene needs to get injected with some real spunk, something new, something that kicks ass and gets street respect, something that sells like hotcakes but tastes like french toast. if only there was an act, some gift from god, to answer all these prayers... if only... if only. xomc