the first and last december 6 of 2005
Informer, you no say
that’s who I’m gonna blame
a licky boom boom down
Detective man said Daddy Snow
I stabbed someone down the lane
a licky boom boom down
Police than come and
they blow down my door
One him crawl through my window
so than they put me in the back
of the car at the station
From that point on I reached my destination
Now the destination reached
was the East detention
where they whipped out my pants and
looked up my bottom
- who DOESNT miss this song?!?? hehehe
ok, so things don’t suck as much anymore. it’s not that they don’t, i just choose not to let it get to me:) bring it!! hurt me!! (cut to legless Lt. dan on the perch of the jenny in the middle of the hurricane screaming "is that the best you’ve got?!??!") i also realized how pathetic i sound whenever i complain about life hehehe…i don’t want to have to get in to a car accident to realize how small my problems really are.
news, hmmm, wala. christmas is around the bend. sigh, here we go again remeniscing about how great christmas used be when we were kids. back when it didn’t matter what you got, as long as it wasn’t clothes, your eyes’d light up after that first glimpse of what was inside the box. i remember the time i was around 5 years old (yes i still remember), my ninong forgot to send me a christmas gift, and just dropped one off at the house two days after christmas. guess what it was…a mini swiss army knife!!!!!! cabroncito!!! it had the cool leather case and everything, i felt like the coolest kid in the world, imagining the jealous faces of my classmates on the first week of school…
seatmate: "i got quick-kick for christmas!!! he’s soo cool! YO JOE!"
me: "i got a military-issue swiss army knife, wanna see me use the biggest blade to slice the black rubber connecting your g.i. joe’s torso to his pelvis and legs really thin so the damn thing’d snap when u try to make him do a roundhouse?" "no? then stop stealing my goddam crayons during art you little punk"
ahhh, but the moment was brief. my dad sort of confiscated it saying i was a little too young to be playing around with the dam thing (coincidentally, that ninong was his friend). too bad. I NEVER FORGOT IT THOUGH. see, almost 2 decades have passed and i still remember that gift. i’m sort of excited to get little kids gifts now. i want to be that cool uncle/cousin/friend who doesn’t give money or plastic soldiers (ahhh, the neverending quest to coolness). form now on, the younger the recipient the more money im going to spend, invest in the future, i always say. ok, so i DONT say that…i’d like to start tho. so there, i’m saying that now.
i’d give him something really special, like a lebron james rookie card in a glass case, or a classic earaserheads CD, or a year’s worth of MAD magazines bound in one book…something he might not appreciate right away (or his parents won’t let him play with yet); but”ll dig up from his closet like 15 years later on a boring, rainy November day, and wonder how he could possibly own something so cool and valuable…then he’d ask his parents, and they’d say "your tito al gave that to you on your 6th birthday, don’t you remember??" then he’d put on his jacket and pick some flowers from his mother’s garden….and visit me.
