Hate is spreading!
I had been having an eventful Friday. I didn't have class so I just chilled at home all day. Man that was great. I don't sleep that often during the week so I relish any amount of rest I can get.
Victor was in town for some conference or some shit and he was free Friday night so I was like we should kick it.
The powers of networking are great. I have absolutely ZERO network down here in Los Angeles. I couldn't get into a fucking doughnut shop. Seriously, it's pathetic. Last time Victor was here with Myron he got us into Sugar. I had a grand time that night! He doesn't even live here, ahaha. I'm weak! But fuck it. I don't go out that often.....and that could be why? Catch 22 huh? Nah, it's because I work nights. Anyway Vic uses his powers of networking to get us into Club Ivar. We got there at like 12:15 and we were inside by 12:23. I know specifically because if the clock struck 12:30 we would be exiting the line and heading back to the car. Wasn't trying to drop a 'dub' for what was to be an hour (pretty much) of fiesta time.
We made the cut off time and proceeded to get more juiced. At the time I entered the club I was already juiced. We had killed most of a fifth of Grey Goose with some Simply Lemonade and we drank some cheap as vodka. We got in the club I had two more drinks, then I capped the night with a Stella Artois. Now at this point I'm destroyed! Impossibly drunk. I'm hugging Security Guards and shit given them dap and shit telling them great job. It made their night. I could see it in their eyes and smiles. That was the best Security Team I've ever encountered. They were hella nice. Security teams, in my experience, are usually hostile as fuck! Maybe it was my demeanor and the way I approached them or maybe it was because they were just professional.
The many ass hole security forces that I encoutner, seemingly act how they think security should act. It's like they mirror security guards on TV. Sometimes they're hostile without necessity. It's ridiculous! But the team at Club Ivar was great! Ahahaha. Damn that's funny. I'm hella serious about it though. I recommend them.
We leave the club..and my stooper is mucho gran, but I'm feeling good you know? I'm still walking straight, talking straight, or doing the best I can. But some dude out of no where looks at my jeans and says they're fake.....
I'm wearing some Evisu Genes and it's like wearing J's or females with authentic Gucci bags in certain circles. People (Hating ass bitches!) assume that it's fake. Chief knows fashion, Chief knows who he buys from. If Chief says something is fake guess what? That shit is fucking fake! I looked this dude up and down and he wasn't a fashionista.
When this dude said my Genes (Jeans) are fake and after I looked him up and down....I EXPLODED! And I was like "What? My Genes are what!?" I was like "Come see if my Genes are fake. Come see if my Genes are fake." He didn't want it. I'm 6'4 215 this dude was 5 feet nothing! I would have flattened him! In fact I remember saying "I'll flatten you!" a number of times. He's lucky one of his boys was smart enough to be peaceful. Another one of his boys tried to jump up, he was Black I said "I don't fight brothers. I don't like to fight my people." Then he was still hostile and I was like "You can get mopped too. I'll mop both of you. I'll fuck both of you up." I brought back all the old slanguage. What's really crazy is I don't really recall anything any of them said.
Somehow the confrontation went from the corner of Sunset and Ivar to the top of the Los Angeles Film School parking garage (I did park my car up there). Anyway I stopped them in their car because I was really about to murder this dude! I wanted to beat this dude to death. It was pretty scary.
Vic was doing a great job of holding me back. It rained for the first time in months that night and I slipped while Vic was holding me back. I hurt my left toe, my left knee, my left elbow, and my left hand. Injuries weren't serious but I was sore in those areas for a couple days. My knee still hurts!
And I guess that's my point. I let this "hater" ruin my night and I was semi-hurt. Vic and myself were planning on going to Fred 62. I was going to cap the night with a fruit cup and some yogurt like I so often do when I get juiced (hydration), and the night would have been perfect. On my imaginary chalk board there are two columns. W for wins and L for losses. I was going to chalk the night up as a WIN....and it still is.
I let this piece of shit dude get under my skin. I let him get really under my skin. The description of my reaction does my reaction no justice. I know my Genes are authentic. He didn't. I should have let it go but I didn't and something as insignificant in life as "Genes" possibly put me in prison.
Alcohol is a hell of a drug and hate is a disease! As curable as Alcoholism. Some fuckers need to start the 12 steps immediately.
...and something else about the Alcohol. I said "I was walking straight and talking straight," but I was irrational. I wasn't thinking straight (the number one danger in using Alcohol). I let the hate spread. Hate won that battle as it wins so many.
Chief, no mas!
Victor was in town for some conference or some shit and he was free Friday night so I was like we should kick it.
The powers of networking are great. I have absolutely ZERO network down here in Los Angeles. I couldn't get into a fucking doughnut shop. Seriously, it's pathetic. Last time Victor was here with Myron he got us into Sugar. I had a grand time that night! He doesn't even live here, ahaha. I'm weak! But fuck it. I don't go out that often.....and that could be why? Catch 22 huh? Nah, it's because I work nights. Anyway Vic uses his powers of networking to get us into Club Ivar. We got there at like 12:15 and we were inside by 12:23. I know specifically because if the clock struck 12:30 we would be exiting the line and heading back to the car. Wasn't trying to drop a 'dub' for what was to be an hour (pretty much) of fiesta time.
We made the cut off time and proceeded to get more juiced. At the time I entered the club I was already juiced. We had killed most of a fifth of Grey Goose with some Simply Lemonade and we drank some cheap as vodka. We got in the club I had two more drinks, then I capped the night with a Stella Artois. Now at this point I'm destroyed! Impossibly drunk. I'm hugging Security Guards and shit given them dap and shit telling them great job. It made their night. I could see it in their eyes and smiles. That was the best Security Team I've ever encountered. They were hella nice. Security teams, in my experience, are usually hostile as fuck! Maybe it was my demeanor and the way I approached them or maybe it was because they were just professional.
The many ass hole security forces that I encoutner, seemingly act how they think security should act. It's like they mirror security guards on TV. Sometimes they're hostile without necessity. It's ridiculous! But the team at Club Ivar was great! Ahahaha. Damn that's funny. I'm hella serious about it though. I recommend them.
We leave the club..and my stooper is mucho gran, but I'm feeling good you know? I'm still walking straight, talking straight, or doing the best I can. But some dude out of no where looks at my jeans and says they're fake.....
I'm wearing some Evisu Genes and it's like wearing J's or females with authentic Gucci bags in certain circles. People (Hating ass bitches!) assume that it's fake. Chief knows fashion, Chief knows who he buys from. If Chief says something is fake guess what? That shit is fucking fake! I looked this dude up and down and he wasn't a fashionista.
When this dude said my Genes (Jeans) are fake and after I looked him up and down....I EXPLODED! And I was like "What? My Genes are what!?" I was like "Come see if my Genes are fake. Come see if my Genes are fake." He didn't want it. I'm 6'4 215 this dude was 5 feet nothing! I would have flattened him! In fact I remember saying "I'll flatten you!" a number of times. He's lucky one of his boys was smart enough to be peaceful. Another one of his boys tried to jump up, he was Black I said "I don't fight brothers. I don't like to fight my people." Then he was still hostile and I was like "You can get mopped too. I'll mop both of you. I'll fuck both of you up." I brought back all the old slanguage. What's really crazy is I don't really recall anything any of them said.
Somehow the confrontation went from the corner of Sunset and Ivar to the top of the Los Angeles Film School parking garage (I did park my car up there). Anyway I stopped them in their car because I was really about to murder this dude! I wanted to beat this dude to death. It was pretty scary.
Vic was doing a great job of holding me back. It rained for the first time in months that night and I slipped while Vic was holding me back. I hurt my left toe, my left knee, my left elbow, and my left hand. Injuries weren't serious but I was sore in those areas for a couple days. My knee still hurts!
And I guess that's my point. I let this "hater" ruin my night and I was semi-hurt. Vic and myself were planning on going to Fred 62. I was going to cap the night with a fruit cup and some yogurt like I so often do when I get juiced (hydration), and the night would have been perfect. On my imaginary chalk board there are two columns. W for wins and L for losses. I was going to chalk the night up as a WIN....and it still is.
I let this piece of shit dude get under my skin. I let him get really under my skin. The description of my reaction does my reaction no justice. I know my Genes are authentic. He didn't. I should have let it go but I didn't and something as insignificant in life as "Genes" possibly put me in prison.
Alcohol is a hell of a drug and hate is a disease! As curable as Alcoholism. Some fuckers need to start the 12 steps immediately.
...and something else about the Alcohol. I said "I was walking straight and talking straight," but I was irrational. I wasn't thinking straight (the number one danger in using Alcohol). I let the hate spread. Hate won that battle as it wins so many.
Chief, no mas!
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