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Slap-Boxing With Jesus

New York State Of Mind

What. The. Fuck.

I’ve been out of town for four days, and ain’t nobody had the decency to slap a blog up, people? I mean damn, anything would have sufficed: a poem, a picture of a titty, anything. Matter of fact, I decree that the next time something like this happens, I’m gonna start slapping up random-ass naked bitties just to pass the time. Lord knows I got a few thousand of those on this external hard drive.

Anyways, unlike my Long Beach blogging brother Brillyance out here or my partner in rhyme Shake in Atlanta (what up Strokers!), I avoided the concert scene altogether and touched down in New York to link up with my family and perhaps find a woman or two to mount. Obviously the latter of which didn’t happen, but whatever. I’m just picky (read: too nihilistic) to find a woman who I can tolerate (read: anybody who can tolerate me) for more than 30 seconds.

Usually whenever I hit up New York I’ve always been amazed by the immense cultural depth the city holds. Think about it: if it weren’t for a Jamaican immigrant spinning break beats in a small hall over at Sedgwick and Cedar, chances are you wouldn’t be reading this right now. Then again, if I hadn’t been for Kool Herc I probably wouldn’t have been “treated” to a group of teenage dudes taping themselves doing the Aunt Jackie, Uncle Ruckus or whatever fruitbag dance is all the craze right now when I stepped onto the LIRR Friday night. A little suspect, but whatever.

So I expected this particular venture to be no different; and in the beginning it was the same. Guys rocking Dunks with their bubblegooses, the women looking delicious in that New York, round-the-way-girl appeal and to top it all off Black Israelites cussing the shit out of unsuspecting YTs in Manhattan. Perfect place to be, despite the 40-degree weather.

Then, I saw a Jamba Juice.

A motherfucking Jamba Juice. In New York City.

For those who don’t know, Jamba Juice is a chain of uppity, too-expensive-for-its-own-good stores usually found in California. Think Starbucks for smoothies. Battybwoy teenagers Harlem Shaking in post-winter weather I can deal with, but this shit? I hate to say it, but no wonder why New York is losing: they’re losing all semblance of individuality. When did the Rotten Apple become a haven for skateboarders? Not to say I have a problem with that as I used to be one way the fuck back when the first Ninja Turtles movie dropped, but seeing predominantly West Coast trends seep into the East Coast ethos explains why New York hasn’t been the same since Daz of all people was treating their skyscrapers like Nerf footballs back in the day. What’s next, Bloods in Yonkers? Waitaminute...

Now, I love New York and all it has to offer. But if and when I do decide to leave California only to end up in more expensive, poorly constructed knock-off of Los Angeles, I may as well stay my ass over here and knock up the first Pacific Islander broad dumb enough to let me slap it up in them. Then again, Puerto Rican and Caribbean women > Mexican and Tongan women. Decisions, decisions.

Shout outs to Starr, Kevin, AHLOT and Darren. I think I may have found my wifey out there, too...

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