Sunday evening, I ended up hanging out with Leon from ATL for a little while since he was in town visiting family. His idea was to meet in Adams Morgan, so I made my way on over there for this historic meeting of the Leons. Two blog minds of this magnitude talking sh*t at the same time is on par with Malcolm and Martin! Bird and Magic! Michael Jackson and Paul McCartney talkin’ ’bout “say, Say SAY…”
That’s right. Monumental. Indubitably so, my friends.
As the two Leons descended on Adams-Morgan to wreak havoc, I saw something that I’ve NEVER seen before: A drunk getting thrown out of a coffee shop. Apparently, Tryst in Adams Morgan has security during the weekends, because I saw this muscle-bound dude in a snug shirt at the door, staring down the drunk fellow he threw out. The drunk was standing in the middle of the sidewalk at 10 PM, giving security guy the finger, just barely out of arm’s reach. It wasn’t just the finger, by the way. It was the DOUBLE middle-finger, with accompanied by the super-angry gas face!
Then, all hell officially broke a-loose when the drunk decided to turn around and moon the guy, right there on the sidewalk. One drunken man-ass was exposed, I knew it was my cue to leave. I still don’t know how that little sidewalk standoff ended outside of Tryst. I do know that this leads me to ask three questions:
- Who gets that drunk before 10 o’clock? I know it was a holiday weekend, but come on now…
- How in the hell do you get that drunk at a coffee shop? I hope he came in there like that, because if not, it’s just sad.
- What possesses a man to get the urge to bare his ass in anger to another man at such close range? I know had he mooned me like that, I would have kicked that fool halfway across the street. Then made him clean the blood and butt juice off of my shoes afterwards.
So yeah, The Meeting of the Leons was cool, but all we did was chill at a bar and talk. All the action seemed to be happening on the streets with the Adams-Morgan drunkards wandering about.
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LMAO. That dude was pure fuckery at its best. And like your friend was saying, “Who the hell gets kicked out of Tryst? They have security at Tryst?” It boggles the mind.
And again, the meeting of two Leons is a monumental event worth recording in history, even under a limited timeframe. When I said I caught the last Green Line train, it was THE last one!
LOVE THE WELCOME VIDEO ON THE SIDE PANEL. AND YOUR SOUTHERN ACCENT. VERY AMUSING
lol! i get drunk before 10…don’t judge me! lmao @ butt juice!
pamoja!!!
Blood and butt juice lol thats sick.
I didn’t know coffee shops have security. Butt juice, that is just sick!