…and I’ve actually managed to stay out of trouble. The fact that I’ve had to get up at the ass-crack of dawn every day for this conference is the main reason why. I was so tired last night, that I fell asleep with the lights on and the Hip Hop issue of Wax Poetics magazine laying next to me. According to the crease my body left in it, I fell asleep reading about Ice-T’s rise to fame during the late ’80s.I truly do not remember, despite the fact that it’s an awesome magazine. I’m tempted to switch gears and start talking the article featuring Ice Cube back in the Amerikkka’s Most Wanted, jheri-curl gangsta days, but that’s enough free product placement for now.
So my last day here shall be spent helping people with I.T. issues and eating free food. Not too bad, but nowhere near the legendary exploits which you’ve grown used to reading about. I need to make a return trip ASAP, and focus on fun instead of work and responsibility. That sh*t is overrated anyway. I mean, aside from making money and basic survival, who actually needs to be practical? Irresponsibility and a healthy “f*ck it” attitude, FTW!
So New York City residents, brace yourself: Hurricane Leon is coming back to your town real soon. Right now, you guys only experienced Mild Evening Shower Leon. This is the calm before the sh*t storm of awesome. If you should happen to see a bunch of cars turned upside down near your favorite nightspot, that just means someone gave me white liquor and I turned into the Light Skinned Incredible Hulk. Ask people in DC. It happens.
Whatever the case, to all of the people in NY who helped make this trip somewhat enjoyable, I sincerely thank you. That especially goes out to the street vendor I ran into, making chicken gyros at 1 AM. That sh*t held me down!!! Yes, that’s THREE exclamation points. I meant it that much.Tweet