Ondal or Offdal?

damn, i missed my appointment with prof garland. oh well. it was a long day, yesterday. The Professor's House Party World Tour 2002 is going good but this lifestyle can become quite draining. I made a mistake in a previous entry about Prof Brenner's thing. It was actually yesterday. The day before yesterday was Prof Garland's party. I would talk about her place and the party but I don't feel like it. Nothing too interesting happened anyway.

Prof Brenner's house was nice. I rang the bell, announced myself, she answered. I gave her the requisite kiss on the cheek and asked where everybody was. she said they're in the garden. the garden? i went to the back with my glass of cab sauv and entered "the garden." it was nice. that is all. uh, she lives in a 3 story townhouse. the roof has a nice trellis and she's growing lettuce. the roses are blooming. we ate well. i got my wine on. me and e-dog joked around a lot, talked shit to each other. he bounced a little early cuz he said he had to meet up with this girl. later on, i crossed paths with him at a crosswalk. i didn't see him until the last minute and when I yelled at him, he didn't seem to notice. anyway, met up with choiboi later on and his ass was late as usual. it was wack cuz the girls gave us shit later on cuz we were late but whatever.

man, this entry is ddong. i am going to quit. i think i'm gonna take a blogging vacation. bye.

i'm done with school. yay. now time to get a job. bah.

Hit and Run

The kid was lying on the street like a dead fish.

About two minutes earlier, he and his friend and girlfriend were coming out of a Korean bar on 32nd Street. So were we. It was me, my brother and DK. I had said something about the bar sucking or something like that and the kid said some shit that I don't remember but it was like subtle shit talking.

His friend sensed that some beef was brewing and he was like c�mon man, he�s drunk, blah fuckin blah. We get outside and we're on the sidewalk and the shit talker is talkin' shit to my brother, all the while this little dummy is yappin in my ear. Then all of a sudden the guy takes a swing at my brother.

I see that shit and it�s all over. I jump him, get him in a choke hold and take him down and DK and my brother start beating him down. It was all instinct. All I remember is hearing my voice yelling "Kick him in the face, kick him in the face..." It really didn't sound like me, i guess it was a combination of adrenaline and other shit. Kinda scary, I�m a lover not a fighter.

Anyway, his friend does absolutely nothing and after like 30 seconds we get up and run away. My brother is a damn lawyer, he doesnt need to have an arrest record. We look back and the kid was still lying on the ground motionless. He was probably in . The Masked Avenger doesn't fuck around with his sleeper holds. Anyway, we caught a cab and drove away, laughing our asses off.

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Prequel

I was staring at some girl cuz she was cute and she said, "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU LOOKING AT?!!" The end. DK, hook us up with the pics...hahaha.

my new revamped site:

damn, i just woke up. my head hurts. we got into two fights last night, one with a guy and one with a girl. details to follow.