I'm a b-boy standing in my b-boy stance

Just got back from hitting up both the Emerald Isle and the Lizard Lounge. The weekend was a bit slow [but I did manage to get snap I some flicks I liked] so I said fuq it and did both venues. I even peeped an old friend of mine and we ended up playing ball at Washington (Malcolm X) Park for a good 2 hours. Two game sof 3-on-3 and 2 full court runs and it was a wrap. I guess the street lights just don't come on at night once October hits. I understand the logic, but damn yo...it was nice outside. And we were busting their a$$, son. Work wit me, yo.

Anyways, a thin crowd was up in the spot as the Dynamic Duo of Comedy did their thing. I'm guessing Tracy Morgan's two shows downtown pulled folks that would have normally been there. That Carlos DeSoto cat was there again. Not as funny the first time around, but we're all works in progress, right? Another dude, Moe(?), tried out some new material he had; some funnier than others. And of course, although she didn't get on-stage this week, a lot of jokes seem to revolve her Pumpkin.

As for the Lizard Lounge, I was right, Gail Burton is on some other shT. I got there mad late coming from Fields Corner, but i still wa sable to catch her in the final stretch. The crowd was thick and she obviously had some of her peoples in the house, which added to the vibe. The open mic list was dumb long, so I begrudgingly plooed my name down next to the number eight and went back to my seat and started writing. I don't think what I finished with was as substantial as last week's words, albeit the reception was decent. So I ain't gonna complain. I'll make that this week's motto. No complaining. If it ain't working; fuq it. Can't be inhaling exhaust pipes when the engine light is on because of a blown fuse.