Friday, April 27, 2007

Susan Jaeger asked me in 7th grade....

"Why can't you be cool like your brother? You are so weird!"

Not sure why I posted this....

But I did..

Maybe it will be edited......

Wednesday, April 25, 2007

Top Priorities for Fenty's DC school system

SOme Punk ass bitches have it in their mind that Mount Vernon Square is with in their 'borda' or territory. That territory being Sursum Corda. Not to keep it real or anything but they are sorely mistaken. Several blocks mistaken. Their sorry ass tags, before my act of cleansing, lack the clear definition of a kingdom. Hardly do they have a kingdom. Could Sursum Corda be considered a kingdom? The resources are hardly anything to reign over or even battle over.

But a note to the complainers who receive graffiti or tags, for cleaning the threatening bullshit like the above 'borda' marker I used the following:

No need to complain. Just clean it yourself.

Take notice Fenty your ignorant jerkface plebeians need to be schooled in cleaning, art, spelling, penmanship and geography. (Like I'm the one to school anyone.)

Monday, April 23, 2007

Porn Porn Porn Ridge and Illegal Parking

NIMBY group demands closure of local porn palace. Zoning Board & DCRA determines establishment to be illegal and requires it to close. Porn palace thumbs nose at NIMBY group and stays open. Zoning Board & DCRA enforces nothing, NIMBY group is unhappy & the porn patrons enjoy wood and leave with large smiles.

At least there are no whores getting their tricks on in my alley, so far. This is not something I can guarantee when the establishment closes for good. So we got that to be happy about. As much as I enjoy hearing whores scream bloody murder at 3 in the AM, I tend to think that keeping the porn palace and its glory holes open will keep the whores, BJs and soiled condoms out of the alley.

(Of course I am sure that someone will accuse me of being a new comer for taking the stance of wanting to keep the porn palace open. What a minute that doesn't sound right??? {that's a shout out to my main man & neighbor rr446 [he accused me of being an activist once]})

(Anyway onto the next topic!)

Now if only we could keep the bastards from M & J construction from parking illegally in the alley. The bastards who drive the truck and live in the ugly green condo are complete jerkfaces. They don't even have legal DC tags on the truck and their command of the macho tough guy bullshit is just that bullshit!

How about paying the fees like everyone else. But of course, me and my former roommate parked his piece of shit volkswagen (Maine Plates) on the property on Ridge Street currently owned by the charter school for 'troubled' boys on 6th. That is when I used to 'run' with my 'boys' up on Ridge.... 470... 4 life!!!! So anyway, I was guilty of illegally parking. But that was when I was living the transient lifestyle and I didn't own a car. Who knew I would still be in DA HOOD 9 years later.......?????


Saturday, April 21, 2007

Video on the interwebs, AMAZING!

Amazingly I continue to catapault my way into the 21 century.

My Canon camera has a video function, I am now able to shoot videos and post them online.

What's next, flying cars?

Friday, April 20, 2007


My pal Spencer is what is known as a KEEPER. The following traits make him so:
  • Great Dental Hygene
  • Fashion Forward
  • A Musician
  • Computer Savy
  • Into Books
  • Rides a Motorcycle
  • Lives With Mormons
  • Great at SAX

Saturday, April 14, 2007


Not the best flyer made but I needed something to pass out this evening.

April 26th at the Velvet Lounge we are playing with the Hall Monitors (THE best band in DC, hands down) and some band from somewhere else The Sundresses. We play first come early STAY late.

This could very well be our last show ever..... Peter is moving to Beijing and no drummers are knowcking on our door. It is bound to be a great show, most Bolo shows are!!

Tuesday, April 10, 2007

Thursday, April 05, 2007

Lunch, JUST NOW!

i spied a seat, after collecting my yummy indian fare from my favorite fast food india joint, in my usual spot (against the windows on the booth/bench seating). At the table next to mine was one of the local street people who you can ususally find at the corner of 11th and NY ave bouncing from person to person and car to car asking for change. Usually with some desperate story about just getting out of a hospital or need for food.

This plump, jovial individual who emmits an air of euphoric disturbance was busy chomping away at her chosen meal of the day; bar b que, macaroni and cabbage....

Each bite was interspersed with mumblings about some "house that contained a baby" and how HANDSOME I was. To all of which I smiled and nodded as I dove into my lamb thali AND PALAK PANEER.

As the tables around us started to fill and the noise of our section started to rise, the mumblings turned into screams and yelps that were acompanied by over exagerated facial expressions towards no one in particular.

Now, none of this behaviour bothers me, for I am known to act weird and abrasive at times for no particular reason. But I could clearly sense our neighbors eating were getting anxious for this woman to finish eating an leave.

When the previously mentioned street person got up to leave, a waft of air stirred up by her movement hit my olfactory organs. At first I was unable to discern what the smell was. As she got up to go she revealed that the back of her dress was covered in feces (or what I assumed was feces) it was then that brain made the connection.

This is when I started to think of friends and colleagues who had to deal with mental illness in some form or another. The pain and frustration of daily battles between reality and constructs of an ill brain, is something I don't think i would have the strength for. How could I cope? How could I go on ? If this was something I had to live with day in day out? And to think I cursed to myself eveytime she came to me begging for change ( I always thought she was a crackhead looking for her next hit).

The gentleman sitting two tables away made eye contact with me as if to say "FUCKING LOONIES!!!". My reply, of contemptuous stoicism put him in place.

at which point I got up and moved to another table to get away from the smell of shit.