No Idea
I have no idea what the hell I feel like writing about...not a a clue. I'm just sitting here counting down the days until my vacation. Where am I going you ask? Some Caribbean Island...no. Some European country...no. North Carolina...What!!! Other plans for my summer vacation were cancelled due to unnamed parties.
So I'm hitting I-95 & I-85 South...to the Durty...that's right I said D-u-r-t-y. Anyway...this trip I have a co-pilot, "Nichole" is coming (consealing last name because stories that I may have when we get back...want to make sure she is still employable). She hasn't been down south before, (Atlanta and Miami don't count) so damn is she in for a culture shock. I'll try and spare her the experience of Strip Clubs in the Backwoods (experienced for the first time in September '03..."How low do you go Shawty"?). In any case...there is plenty to see down in the NC. For one in the "Bull City" (Durham, NC) the crackheads hold relay races at 2 AM on Halloway...naw I'm playing. For me to describe half the things would be entirely too difficult (Being under the influence doesn't help...or does it), you just have to see it for yourself. But one incident comes to mind...it's not about NC...but about southern VA (Close enough). One late night/early morning on our way down to ATL, my boys and I stop at this gas station to fill up the tank (I hate Expeditions...the damn tank is the size of a swimming pool and it chugs that shit). So we go into the store to pay for it...its approx. 3:00 AM...Why was there 9 year boy in the store buying a loaf of bread? Why was there a crowd of people around 3 slot machines? Why were the prizes in the slot machines calling cards? Why wasn't I high or drunk so I could say I was seeing shit? Oh I was driving.
Some stories come to mind involving tractors and shit, but I'll spare you those. But in a way it feels real good to go down there. I remember when I used to spend entire summers down there, and not wanting to come back home. Nice fresh clean air (expect by my Grandmother who lived near a Paper Mill...I'll probably start glowing in the dark or grow another ear or some shit in a year or two) to breathe in. Nice red clay to phuck up a new pair of sneakers in...damn I miss it. Thanksgiving and Christmas Holidays...defining the term Niggaritis. I can remember (and still) when visiting other family members and friends of family...you had to eat at every---single---house, or it was an insult. I would come back home and still be chewing stuffing hidden on the side of my mouth with some cranberry sause. Can't forget the Iced Tea...if you're a diabetic...don't EVER get iced tea down in the Durty...you'll die...instantly. If sugar was ever in short supply...you'll know why. I think they dump the 5 pound bag of sugar in the phucker. Stir it...and dump another 5 pound bag in the shit. But that shit is good as hell if you dig sweet stuff (Note: That's how I like my women too). But any way enough of me talking about this, cause I don't want to call into work and drive down tonight...cause I have done something on that level before.
My 26th Birthday (8/18)
Am I looking forward to it...I dunno yet. Ask me when I turn 27.
So I'm hitting I-95 & I-85 South...to the Durty...that's right I said D-u-r-t-y. Anyway...this trip I have a co-pilot, "Nichole" is coming (consealing last name because stories that I may have when we get back...want to make sure she is still employable). She hasn't been down south before, (Atlanta and Miami don't count) so damn is she in for a culture shock. I'll try and spare her the experience of Strip Clubs in the Backwoods (experienced for the first time in September '03..."How low do you go Shawty"?). In any case...there is plenty to see down in the NC. For one in the "Bull City" (Durham, NC) the crackheads hold relay races at 2 AM on Halloway...naw I'm playing. For me to describe half the things would be entirely too difficult (Being under the influence doesn't help...or does it), you just have to see it for yourself. But one incident comes to mind...it's not about NC...but about southern VA (Close enough). One late night/early morning on our way down to ATL, my boys and I stop at this gas station to fill up the tank (I hate Expeditions...the damn tank is the size of a swimming pool and it chugs that shit). So we go into the store to pay for it...its approx. 3:00 AM...Why was there 9 year boy in the store buying a loaf of bread? Why was there a crowd of people around 3 slot machines? Why were the prizes in the slot machines calling cards? Why wasn't I high or drunk so I could say I was seeing shit? Oh I was driving.
Some stories come to mind involving tractors and shit, but I'll spare you those. But in a way it feels real good to go down there. I remember when I used to spend entire summers down there, and not wanting to come back home. Nice fresh clean air (expect by my Grandmother who lived near a Paper Mill...I'll probably start glowing in the dark or grow another ear or some shit in a year or two) to breathe in. Nice red clay to phuck up a new pair of sneakers in...damn I miss it. Thanksgiving and Christmas Holidays...defining the term Niggaritis. I can remember (and still) when visiting other family members and friends of family...you had to eat at every---single---house, or it was an insult. I would come back home and still be chewing stuffing hidden on the side of my mouth with some cranberry sause. Can't forget the Iced Tea...if you're a diabetic...don't EVER get iced tea down in the Durty...you'll die...instantly. If sugar was ever in short supply...you'll know why. I think they dump the 5 pound bag of sugar in the phucker. Stir it...and dump another 5 pound bag in the shit. But that shit is good as hell if you dig sweet stuff (Note: That's how I like my women too). But any way enough of me talking about this, cause I don't want to call into work and drive down tonight...cause I have done something on that level before.
My 26th Birthday (8/18)
Am I looking forward to it...I dunno yet. Ask me when I turn 27.
posted by 9th at 8:39 PM
1 Comments:
you know there ain't nuttin in the durty!!!! nichole, beware! do you know what you're really getting into? *giggle*
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