It's Another Name For Life Fighting

They say home is where the hate is
My dome is where fate is
I stroll where souls get lost like vegas
Seen through the eyes of rebel glasses
Pray to god that my arms reach the masses
The young smoke grasping graspless jungles
Rubberband together in cashless bundles
-Common, "My Way Home"

Whew....just got back from a whirlwind trip (award tour...with muhammad my man). Going each and every place...

So anyways, just trying to get situated. No real conciseness is possible in recapping the weekend other than I roll with some of the most hilarious mufuqas on the northern hemisphere. No, really. Words can barely explain the whole story of the massive amount of random, situational jokes and one-liners that rolled off of folks' tongues this weekend.

I expected to shell out dough and they were suprised I went because I am well-known for my vocal unpleasantries with local clubs when I do not get in free; especially when I know the promoter, bouncer, or DJ. So basically, down in DC, I don't know a damn soul (being a small fish in the ocean), and I was the designated driver. So I had to come out the pocket for some serious ends, but the club scene was very live. Although it's not something I can see myself doing too much though, because after awhile, that shT was just WAY too fuqing crowded. But the DJs repped for the most part. Heard some good throwbacks and some ill sets, plus ran into a lot of folks from up and down the east coast that I knew, including several whom it has been years since we last said whattup.

So yes, the Howard Homecoming field trip for 2005 was indeed a good time had by all, well predominantly all. Some fellas were on the receiving end of jokes more than the giving, but I digress. While the trip had its inclinations for all-out wildin', it also was truly a great male-bonding experience. Yes, it sounds dumb cheesy, but the shT helped redirect energies, recharge batteries, and chill with my peoples. Naturally, there's gonna be head-butting instances and some modus operandi that doesn't sit well with everyone, but when it's all said and done; it's whateva. nahmean.

my memory is quickly fading, but here is what I remember laughing at hardest...

-> Yo, Bruce Mobile! Where You At?!
-> S* calling room 730 and then asking, "Where You At?!"
-> C's phantom date and T*'s conspiracy theories
-> "What?! Are you pushing damn near thirty?!"
-> S* running across the street in the rain to McDonald's to get a number
-> "$40 for parking?! Fuq that! Move that cone!"
-> L* the expert antagonist
-> "Gimme my fuqing burger back!"
-> DJ Text Message
-> A dozen people standing in line at Checkers at 4am and in unision yell out, "Broke Phi Broke. We Ain't Got It!"
-> S* trying to holla at a member of the opposite sex. Upon realizing that she's deaf, he starts to whisper.

tears...literally...i'm laughing