01.30.07
Hairless cats
Wow… too much..
01.26.07
The Rehersal
At the church running through the rehersal for the real thing tomorrow.
They’ve got a checkboard stage and a bright red carpet. Quite the hip
church.
Anheuser-Busch Tour
When in St Louis it only makes sense to tour the beer factory and get
your free sample.
01.25.07
My obituary
From the Streetwars Blog:
Kman (2) rocked it like a successful Elmer Fudd…homeboy found the rabbit hole, ordered some firehose equpment from ACME and letfly with some liquid death, wettifying himself one Rabbit (0).
6:30am is way to freaking early for an assassin who’s been drinking all night. But knowing my target’s a chump, I gambled I could probably just walk up to him and jizz him in the face… no need for anything elaborate. I did a quick drive-by of my target’s apartment the night before. His car was parked right outside his front door so he’s probably home with his girlfriend. The plan of attack was to get him in the morning as he leaves for work. After a quick coffee run to clear my head…and a quick bj from the Shanequa on Mission to clear my “other” head, I made my way to Ed’s hood. He lives near a major intersection with bus stops at all four corners. It was going to be very easy to blend in with all the bus riders waiting at the stops. 8:00am, the girlfriend exits the apartment building. I walked by her to do a quick visual check. That’s her so he must be close behind right? WRONG. Should have guessed he was a lazy bastard. Mind you, I’m a manly man but standing outside in the early morning for this long was so cold, it was making my bait’n tackle retrack inwards. If this guy doesn’t come out soon, I was going to have to resort to plan B…Operation “JuicyLucy”. Don’t ask me what this is…you’ll know it when it hits you. So after standing at the corner bus stop, counting numerous buses passed me by AND mistaken twice for a drug dealer, my target finally strolled out of his hole. 9:30am. Fucking took him long enough. The guy didn’t even seem cautious… didn’t act like he expects to be shot today. Sucka-foo! Today was his unlucky day. Took a sip of my whiskey laced coffee and faced his direction so I could get a clear shot. He had about 20 feet to go before he reached the bus stop. The guy had no chance. As he leisurely strolled towards me, I griped my trusty pistola hidden inside my coat. A visual check confirmed it was the target. Out comes the weapon… JIZZED like a dirty crack-ho. Rabbit is DEAD.
LAX to STL
They all end up looking the same, but I wonder if Air Lingus is any
diferent.
Touchdown in LAX
Where food is unbelievably expensive. $9 for a Tendercrisp meal at
burger king. But their tower is cool.
Flight UA888 to LAX
The first leg in the air of my trip to St Louis. Already did the bus
and BART this morning.
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01.24.07
I’m dead.
I finally got smoked this morning. I was walking past my bus stop to grab a morning drink from the corner store. I was already bored with the game and had gotten real lax in my activities, hoping it would draw out my assassin and give me some excitement. I didn’t even bother to check or look out for anyone, and as I passed him and the bus stop, he pulled out a small pistol and hit me in the left shoulder 2 or 3 times. My first thought was, “wtf is this guy doing?” when he moved suddenly. Then the sound of the gun registered in my head. “But this is a bus stop! ahh the hell with it, I’m done, good job.” We chatted for a few. Apparently he found my friendster, then my flickr, then
01.23.07
My landlord rocks
I totally forgot to include this in my weekend recap, but it deserves its own post. Anyone that was over on Friday got to hear the loud noise coming from the basement. They’ve been redoing the foundation underneath my apartment for awhile, but this was a steady noise that was going on into the night, and was kind of annoying. The neighbors expressed frustration too, and ended up leaving my landlord, Wilson Properties, a message. We thought we’d just have to put up with it all weekend until the workers came back on Monday morning.
Sunday morning the noise suddenly stopped. Later I received a voice mail from my landlord, apologizing for the noise (a jackhammer fell over and turned on) and that I would be getting a partial refund on this month’s rent. He ended up personally driving over and dropping off a sizeable check for both me and my neighbors along with a verbal apology and a note thanking us for our understanding with all the construction.
I was totally impressed and once again reassured that I truly landed a nice place. 🙂 In the last month not only has the back garden been cleaned up, making my view 1000 times better, but they’re also taking the time to reinforce the foundation, as well as do their best to not disturb the current tenants. Are all landlords in San Francisco this cool?
