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I'm still breathing: The hella delayed "Mall Ninja Style"


September 14, 2007 | Tags: Big Flash Light pimpin

                You have to excuse me for the no-show yesterday (it’s only a no-show cuz I said I was gonna put something up). I thought I was gonna take a quick trip out to Hollyweird’s Amoeba music to pick up Planet Asia’s DVD “Don’t Get it Fucked Up”, but I didn’t get home till 11:30. I took the train/subway(because it normally takes just as long, if not longer to get to Hollyweird on the freeway from Long Beach). Right before the train went underground I realized something…I was on a train on 9/11. I found myself looking around to make sure all the Mexicans around me were actually Mexicans…don’t let these muthafuckas brain wash you man. I normally don’t really feed into the bullshit programming muthafuckas try and give you, but I admit, I caught myself slipping.



“Kicked off the Up In Smoke tour for scrapping with Staff Pro”
-Ras Kass “Goldyn Child”



“Swear to god I’ll fuck a rental-cop up”
-Planet Asia “Fuck you Up”



                So, it’s become quite apparent a lot of my favorite emcees aren’t huge fans of security. Oh well, a nigga gotta get paid, and apparently so does a lot of other people. Out here in Cali if you take public transportation in the morning you’ll see them. They’re out there, to and from work…the flash light cops. It’s a cool job for someone trying to go to school to eventually get that real cake. (When they’re not changing your schedule to keep you out of school) Or, if you’re just a lame, you can work it and get more than minimum wage. For those of us that have managed to avoid catching drug/assault/battery/robbery charges prior to turning 18 (yes, I made it), it’s easy work to get. I’ve worked this shit off and on since 18 in between real jobs…and jobs that were worse that I worked for reasons unknown.



Brillyance’s Top 5 Security Moments (Good or bad….ok, all bad)



5. I work security at a bank that decides every week if they want security or not. I work ten hours Monday-Friday, then, on the weekend my job asks me if I want to work at the Grand Prix to get overtime. I take it to get that bread. I was 18 and I never got paid money like that. I work two 12 hour days, then go back to the bank on Monday. On Wednesday there’s a robbery scare, some cats come up there and start looking at all the cameras, scoping the area out. The bank people have me come inside because they’re scared. Thursday, when I come in to work, the people at the bank tell me they didn’t request a security guard on Monday….WTF? They seen me out there and said hi to me Monday-Wednesday, and come running to me when they thought they were gonna get robbed, but they hadn’t requested a guard? I call my job up and ask them what’s good, they say they’ll get me somewhere else to work, I ask them If I’m getting paid for this, they say “We’ll see what we can do”…WTF? They try and screw me out of my money, I go in the office, curse everyone out, and then tell the scheduler “If you tell someone in the streets you don’t have over 200 hundred dollars of their money, something is gonna happen to you, get my money!” After that, and then a lot calmer threat of me calling the better business bureau, I get my money, then I quit and tell them to suck my dick. (I said that)



4. I work at a job that just happens to change my schedule 3 semesters in a row when I tried to go to school. What a coincidence!



3. At the same job from #4, I get promoted to supervisor. I work in Downtown Long Beach, so I’m cool with all the fuck ups, and they don’t do shit when I’m working. I come to work one day only to find out that one of my employees (that sounds so good) pepper sprayed some lady inside Albertsons. (pause for laughter). Two problems with this…One, Albertsons has Loss Prevention, so we don’t go inside the store, let them handle that shit. Two, you don’t pepper spray someone indoors. That shit can get into the vents and if someone somewhere else is allergic to it…or just smells it they can sue. (This is California, you can sue for anything. ) I attempt to help this dude write up a report to justify him pepper spraying the lady (who looked like she was 20 pounds wet), but I knew he was fired.  He said the two loss prevention officers tried to handcuff her (they looked like they were 300 ILBs with no shoes on) and she put her hands between her legs so they couldn’t, so he sprayed her. (Idiot) He gets fired. Like two months later, a friend I worked with at this spot called me and said “Have you seen the news paper?” After I replied no, he informed me that (insert idiot’s name here) had stolen a cop car. The dude used to tell us when he was a kid, he was in this program that let him ride around with the cops. After he got fired he occasionally rode around with the cops some more. Well, apparently one day when him and the cop got back to the police station he tells the cop he left his bag in the car. The cop gives him the keys and goes into the station. The idiot takes the cop car and drives off. He gets into a low speed chase, telling the cops over the radio he’s depressed because they won’t hire him. The convince him to pull over. The news paper also says that he told the cops that when he was young he was in a program that let him ride around with the cops. The cops looked in the program’s records and he lied, he wasn’t there. He does no time in jail. (Apparently all black people don’t get Jena 6’d)



2. Same job, when I get promoted to supervisor everybody celebrates. The cat’s who have been there as long as I have know that I know they do their job, so I won’t fuck with them. The cat’s who are newer think they can take advantage of me. NO SIR. So I get on a couple of these cats about bullshit they try to pull. The newer cat’s start spreading rumors that I’m snitching to higher-ups. (Me…I’m the dude that had the little homie stealing everyone controllers out of EB games) So one day me and this one cat get into an argument, cuz I know he’s the one who started the rumor. I laugh it off because now that I’m a supervisor, (and I have my own apartment, which comes along with bills to pay) beating someone’s ass and quitting means I would lose some shit. I bite my tongue, I bite my tongue, it lasted about two days. We have a bunch of bootleg radios that randomly catch an open mic (basically your mic comes on and everyone can hear you). While this cat catches an open mic he says “Yea man, I don’t know, if this nigger keeps snitching on me I’m gonna shoot him,” Dude had a gun permit, so I took his bullshit very seriously. I made sure my peoples (the cat’s who been there longer) heard it too so I had witnesses, then I told the higher ups that “If something isn’t done about dude, I’m gonna kick his ass on site,” (I said that)   “After I kick his ass, I’m gonna tell my ‘non-security hireable’ people about the situation, cuz since dude has a gun, I take this situation extremely serious,” (I said that too). The job wanted to NOT fire him, but my supervisor was like “nah,he has to be fired,” so it was done.



1. The fall of an empire….same job again. Basically I got promoted because the strictest super-flashlight-robo-cop supervisor was cool with me. He was cool with me, because on his first day working, we had a shoplifting incident at “Claires”. We surrounded the kids who were stealing shit. While we stood there, some dude walked up and said “You guys can leave, their just security, they can’t force you to stay” (he was right) My supervisor went off, him and this dude get into it, because according to my supervisor, dude was compromising our “crime scene”. They get in each other’s face, and then they start fighting. I sit back and laugh…fuck that, I’m not getting fired for some new supervisor. Everybody else helps and then my Supervisor handcuffs the guy to a bench. When the cops finally come, they run the guy’s name and find out he just got out. When they search him they find a joint. Basically they tell him they’ll let him go if the doesn’t press charges against my supervisor. He agrees, then they tell my supervisor he better right some super report….guess who does it? Me! I get in good with him for doing it, and I eventually get promoted. For some strange reason, the property managers don’t like me though. (It’s because my peoples who worked at this booth were Muslims, and I hung with them. The property managers tried to say they were selling drugs, when in all actuality, one of the dudes was a producer) When one of the illegal ass non-english speaking members of the cleaning crew decided to start selling bootleg cd’s and dvd’s, he figures he has to get rid of his competition. He gets me to go get on the people selling DVD’s on the property….you already know my stance on that shit. Fuck that, I chill with them and then bounce. “Pablo” then goes and tells the property manager that I’m selling Cd’s and Dvd’s. I get called into the office, and searched. (They asked me if they could, I had nothing on me so I said OK) They find nothing, but then move me to another property anyway, because they say I was “Extorting” the bootleggers (GTFOH). I holler at some people and “Julio” get’s “roughed up”. At the other property some butch who hasn’t decided to stop putting penises in her mouth accuses me of stealing her CD’s (she listened to garbage…if you don’t have some Kweli or some shit, I’m not stealing it. Besides, I burn my own CD’s all the time. If I “steal” CD’s, it’s from the record companies) because some old ass …guy, says he seen me pick up a black backpack (my backpack is black). While at Best Buy this Black Rosie clone tries to run up on me….GTFOH? I tell Ellen to get the fuck outta my face, then I call the job and tell them to keep her away from me, before some of my female friends come visit me at work. They had given me a funny schedule I couldn’t get home from, but they had a patrol guards drop me off. All of a sudden, they say the patrol guard can’t drop me off after that. I’m left with no schedule, (basically they told me I wasn’t suspended, but don’t show up to training camp). I had just gotten $3,700 in income tax bread, I lived off of that and the help of my wonderful girlfriend and didn’t work for like 2-3 months, but still got all the shit I would have gotten if I did.



 



Bonus-I almost forgot. This guy steals some chick’s cell phone. My friend who works at a booth chases him down. Me and other security guards surround him. I tell him to sit down (so he can’t run away). As he goes to sit down…he breaks. This post was bike patrol, but I didn’t feel like grabbing my bike, so I break. I run around this truck chasing him, as I do…bam. I go flipping into the air. One of my co-workers goes flipping over me. Apparently, he did get his bike, he went around the truck and ran straight into me. Another guard twisted his ankle on the train track chasing dude. I hop back up, break across the street and catch up to him(the phone thief) as two other guards caught him. I pull my foot back to boot the shit outta him for me getting hit by the bike, but then the cops come. My supervisors ask me if I want to go to the hospital to get looked at, I say no, I’m fine. The next day I realize it’s Super Bowl Sunday. I call my job and tell them I’m sore from the accident the day prior, and get Super Bowl Sunday off. (Nobody gets Super Bowl Sunday off)



                So, why the hell am I still working this bullshit? What is it that I do now?



 



 









                You have to excuse me, these videos were filmed with several “Monster” energy drinks in my system. I stay fucked up do to that shit.



 



Edit: Actually, it’s taken me so long to put this up because I’ve been fucked up. Graveyard is taking it’s toll. So while I occasionally smile in those videos, I may be quitting. (YEA)



 


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