Monday, March 2, 2009

Another Day, Another Enemy, Another Dollar



Another weekend in the history books, I hope everybody played it as safe as I did and if not I hope you enjoyed yourself way more than I did becuz this weekend was a no fun for the old one. But I didnt break my golden rule, which is always end the weekend with more money than I started it with, but I'm getting to the point where i have to ask "at what cost am i making this money?" But allow me to kick the scenario:

My fraternity threw a party this weekend and we ended up a good 500, and thats a pretty good turnout for Binghamton standards. I didnt have fun at this party but at the same time i wasnt looking forward to it since i never do, I'm normally just moving around the house on patrol, making sure nobody is getting too rowdy and acquiring akward looks and giving them right back 10 fold. But I cant be everywhere at once, and thus I had a thermostat ripped out of the wall for the third consecutive party this semester, along with a poster hanging up on my office door... needles to say this left me pretty vexed the entire night, no matter how any people i threw out in accordance. Now the only thing that really pleased me about the night, ie "Profit," is hindered by the necessary replacement of items and more importantly question of what kind of krowd my fraternity is attracting.
In our glory years on Binghamton University campus, according to my cousin whose an Alumni of both the Fraternity and the School, Alpha Chi Rho was the most down to earth set of outcasts organized enough to put together an eclectic party, drinking, dancing, music of different genre's, weed of different persuasions, and the only thing they had to worry about was an occasional paddle being stolen by a rival fraternity. Nowadays people seem like their speed partying, just trying to down as much beer as they can in a place where they know people will be at least acting sociable. Once their drunk the bullshit stops, their looking to take their anger out on the DJ Bumping GIRL TALK and the Black Guy moving all the furniture however they can even if that means defacing property. Dont get me rong, Im just as down with OPP as the next Nigga, i just feel like if people had real music to vibe too and an actual party environment they wouldnt get so... well... fucking remedial... But what am I going to do? bash a DJ whose willing to work for free beer? HELLZ NO YALL. I did what any respectable Crow would do when it realizes its among savages... GET BACK INTO HIS TREES. So to my personal guests that did kome out to show their support for me and my brothere: Gimmie a call next time and we'll split a phatty but other than that... dont expect to see me present till its time to start kickin guests out...





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On a More Positive Note... My New Mixtape... The Poison Pen Scriptures will be out very soon, so keep posted on that, up until then I recommend everybody listen to this Comback Season Jumpoff By Drake, yes formally of Degrassi I had to give it 4 and a Half El's kuz this kid has next to me some of the greatest lyrical potential i have seen for the rap game. And you got to love how original the artwork is, It looks like a scene right out a JC Penny Catalog, wow, stay in school kids, 1

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