The Day That Keeps On Giving

Bacon- zooted n passed out this morning

This past week could have been documented into some crazy fuckin movie.. but since I cant get into every fuckin detail... Imma jus tell u bout my last 36 hours..
Its a Sunday afternoon, n I'm prettyy blasted from the night before.. we were suppose to hit the Cali-Club party...that was a burnt mission.. but we did get to witness the Philly vs. Atlanta fight.. a nigga got knocked the fuck outta his PANTS... but wen shit got to real, we dipped... neways bak to Sunday.. Another all day recovery session, tthen my cuzo Lean aka the sneaky rat aka Young Chris.. came through like a Wise Man bearing gifts of holy herbs.. we partook in the lighting of some sacred leaves, and realized that we were starving like fuck... Having just got our fridge re-stocked I was like shiiit lets jus hit the Ice Box, and devour, in that instant Chris may have made the move that changed my life.. he tells of this place of consumption called CiCi's Pizza.. he goes on to tell us that they have unlimited pizza, pasta, salad, desert, and drinks.. now... level with me.. I'm zooted n booted and he jus told me I could have unlimited food.. and all that for $4.98.. SAY NO MORE! to say the least tho.. we purged ourselves.. I filled my stomache to capacity and some extra.. The pizza flavors were out of this world.. from Buffalo chicken pizza to Cheesy Bacon Tatter-Tot Pizza.. they had it and it was fucking delicious.. n the best part was the fucking cinammon roll desert.. I honestly kept eating them no matter what level of full I was at.. non stop till I exited the door..



Right after bouncin from CiCi's I remember I was suppose to go to school that night.. 1. i had a fucking project due in Management Decision Science.. the most bullshit business class.. 2. I was suppose to usher at dance theater at 7.. it was 6.30.. So the homie Bllaaade aka Mr. San Bernadino 2020.. gave me n Bacon aka Johnny Drama aka Jonathan the Enforcer aka Little Foot.. rides to skoool.. Now let me tell u now.. we DONT have a car.. Its about to be a thunderstorm... 4/20 approachs.. and we were planning on goin into it as a family.. ya kno chiefing, eating, all the reasons one celebrates 4-20.. to come together.. well.. I'm not gunna go into detail bout my stint at skool.. but it jus so happens I didnt have theater ushering and I missed the group meetign but my project was done.. so I said fuck wit.. lets roll.. but of course.. NIGGAS GET SUS.. Idunno if ya'll understand the seriousness of Atlanta weather but when it rains it fucking pours and it rained on me.. so my jacket was soaked.. had to take that off.. n shit.. so I hit the niggas Blade n Lean so one of them culd come swoop me n Bacon.. and we culd all head bak to the palace to enjoy the holiday festivities, ya kno.. bless the air for a few hours, I'll cook a solid steak dinner for the fam.. ya kno.. some regular 4*20 shit.. Well these MOther Fuckers tell me.. that me, that Bacon and I shuld hit the Marta.. and call them when we get home. .soo then culd get Scaamed with us and have me cook.. LIKE WHAT THE FUCK NIGGAS.. does that make fucking sense.. I'm already wet liek shit.. 420 inches nearer and nearer..(its like 10.30 at this point).. you want me to cook for ya'll and put in on the session but I have to take the fucking MARTA home.. have ya'll niggas lost your mind... so basically i fuckin get real wit these niggas for liek an hour.. the basic threats.. no food, no Ganj, no festivities.. a lot of cursing.. niggas was bringing up personal shit.. I'd like to say Chris took the award for.. Most Snakish Sneaky Make A Nigga Havta Remoarse Comment of the night.. but I still told him to get the fuck outta here!..


Evetually I got the homie Bear Nigga aka Fat Man aka Fat Boy Slim Nigga(he lost the weight!) aka The Mooch.. LMAO.. to take us home.. so I'm pretty set in my mind.. that this nigga Chris and Devontae aka Lean and Blade are not eating shit! I really didnt want to celebrate wit them either.. the principles was so fucked.. Oo yea between all this craziness we picked up a considerable sack of Mr.Magnorium Marijuana Emprium.. so I pretty much had my mind set.. on gettin home.. kickin it wit Bacon, BearBoy, and T-Cam(Terrence).. but then a bbm came in as it struck 12.. there was kushhite sitting infront of me swishas ready to be cut and a bbm from Lean.. "happy 4^20 ma nigga" right then everything came together... no matter how mad I was.. how wrogn Lean n Blade were.. this was a time of sharing and celebration.. as a collective group.. and to deny my niggas of such celebrations would make me the wrongest of all.. my best analogy came to me as I sparked.. " To not let Blade and Lean chief n be merry on 4!20! bcuz they were fuckign dickheads.. would be the equivalent of your parents not giving you your gifts on X-Mas bcuz u were an asshole on Christmas Eve.".. thought provoking.. I know.lol.. To say the least we had a WONDERFUL session.. even though Blade couldnt make it.. he was too far on his drive home bak to the "Farthest"... I think we were huddle as a solid tribe for a good 3 hours.. lol..
So this next section is a basically a list of "AKA's" cuz its all the homies who enjoyed the session.. so it begins.. The whole crew came IceCubeNigga aka Texaco Shawty(he blogs on here.. Atlanta n nigga shit) aka Blockhead, Wolfnigga aka Wolfie aka Flea aka young gucci, the homie Van aka the neighbor aka Brooklyn aka "Fabulous is better than 2 Pac"...

Well I passed out on the ground.. completely content, happy, fufilled.. every word that one would like to feel on 4~20.. but it wasnt even 5 am yet.. LOL.. I woke bak up at 9, so that I culd enjoy as many hours of the day as possible.. so the day is normal.. hit skool a little.. chief a couple times with different homies to keep the holidays going.. all the while I'm tryin to conduct another family sesh for the evening.. ya kno.. it was the homegirl Samra, aka the ethiopian aka Little Foot (female version) lol aka Leans Girl.. birthday.. So she wanted a little functionizing that incorporated a massive amount of plant life..

I tell the nigga Blade about the evening that awaits him and all he can do is give me dickhead answers and be a SUSBOY.. i already knew it was bcuz he didnt get to join the magnificent induction of 4`20 that we had that morning.. but I invited him.. so like fuck otuta here nigga.. part 2 is in the evening and its gunna be great!... well he had the tude all day.. up until he was math blastered.. then he was back to all smiles n shit..


Neways.. throughout the day.. there was various amounts of arguing, laughing, zooting, booting, scaaming, blessing, smoking, livving, breathing, and dying.. lool
After departing from school, I had to trick the nigga Lean into taking me home so i CULD make this meeting for Saturday Schoool CHronicles and the Kennedys(crazy shit in store for ya'll)!!
Well the rest of the day from there was conducted in normal zootedness.. we played Ball, watched movies, watched the playoffs, ate, CHIEFED soo much.. soo much.. I want you to all know.. lol.. so much..


new artists, new designs, bout to be BRUD

And if you remember the last story we had the Beast.. well this time around we had the Loch Ness aka Nessy aka long neck.. now.. like any civilized consumer of herbivore.. I suggested we save Loch Ness for last.. the team agreed.. and how smart they were to agree.. at 4.20 am these snake fucks proceeded to endulge in LochNess without me.. I was posted on the floor resting my eyes.. a couple good nudges wulda had me right.. but nahh.. they leave me.. Lean, BearBoy n Blade chief without me.. n I wont forget niggas..4>20 2010 is only 364 days away.. I will remember. lol.
Oo yea before I forget... I ended up cookin and I held it down.. steak, rice, salad.. iron chef style tho.. straight killen it.. lmao.. Loch Ness n Steak Dinner

This was a wonderful day.. I enjoyed every moment of fighting, chiefing and celebrating with my Atl fam(shoutout to Ava n Ashley for comin through.. thsoe r the homegirls!!.. fuck wit ya'll for sure).. we missed our man Alex aka Ratatouille aka Remy aka Ears aka The nigga that can sing,.. but tonight he crosses.. every one come out to Morehouse.. 7.11 the Q niggas gunna be in full effect.. my bro is crossing so u better be there! So Happy 4-20 again.. be blessed be safe.. n be zooted.

The Story: Pole Tricks and Nigga Shit

So Thursday night was pretty epic for me and the homies.. I never got to properly talk about it cuz I've been recovering since then... I am about to tell u a tale of mischief, tom-foolery, extreme zootedness, burnt missions, successful missions, Bluntsoon's!, and most importantly...strippers.. hahaha..
Well I'll start this story from the beginning of a new life for some of the homies(shout to Tone, n Blaine).. at the Alpha Phi Probate.. Imma be honest I have never been one to really fuck with the whole Fraternity life and shit but I respect it for what they stand for.. That being said I didn't want to stay for that whole fucking situation.. Seeing thesee niggas hop out them Ambulances n shit was really inspiring enough but naww they got a solid two hour show for this.. As always i POSTED, zooted while the homies schemed the skeez, and peeped the show.. After an hour and half of posting I was reaching that breaking point, when a chica came up to me, try to spit some game.. LMAO.. nahh she was kool tho.. Gave her the digits for future linkage.. fa sho... Having received an increase in my ever growing ego, I was pretty chill with another 30 minutes of posting but then we had to rolll..

From there we hit a session back at the home Shrimp NIgga aka young Bomb Marley aka BK aka Bug Nigga.. After the incredible session we had last Sunday at the picnic, I couldn't help but accept the offer to hit this three-day weekend celebration session.. So I roll through with the whole crew.. We roll deep, so we had a solid three whips of villagers.. Once enterign BK's house I couldn't help but feel awkward due to the amount of nigga's in there I didn't fuck wit it, yet they were looking at me like they were the homies or some shit(I had the zone of some LA on deck.. sus niggas will dickeat).. Before I go into this next part.. I want it to be known, I know the rules of Chiefers.. BUT i had no choice but to put to disrespect these niggas after I felt I was disrespected.. aite..
We walk into BK's room for the sesssion, I had a white owl with a solid 1/8 rolled up! An eigth my friends.. I'm one man.. So you know that's a HUGE amount to put in any session.. Well BK's aacquaintances put up these measly, skinny ass, half reggie- half beaster, no ZOOTEDNESS fucking J's in my presence.. Now there were a solid 10 heads in the session... maybe 5 of their sticks in rotati(rO-tA-shh) and 2, of my niggas actual bleeze's of GOOD!.. needlesss to say I wasnt even a little blasted.. So I got the fuck up n walked the fuck out half way through cuz I knew this shit wasnt gunna be sufficient.. That made me realize it was time to make moves and I gathered the homies to mob out, so we could properly chief back at my hut, until out of nowhere one of those Nigga's I didn't fuck wit it.. came up and stepped to me botu my blleeezzee.. At this point I'm in shock, the whole crew is in shock.. This Karl Kani, size 8 baby blue fitted ass nigga tried to come at me and tell me that I NEEDED to put up my BEAST into this boy ass session.. After that moment of shock, I quickly shut that shit the fuck down.. Outside of my obvious FUCK OUTTA HERE! I told this nigga, how measly him and his niggas Marley's were, and hoq they disrespcted me n the tribe with that shit.. and even more so by even coming at me with this shit, bold as fuck!.. (let it be known BK hold's it down, one of my closest homies in ATL, he know's I keep it 100 so thats that.)
Well after the situation was extinguished, and it was immediate.. We had to decide what our next move was.. 1. go to motions with the chica who jus picked me up 2. go back to the house replenish our stomaches n partake in a Blountsoon of greatness or 3. take a trip down freshman lane and go hit Thirsty Thirsday at club 868 in the middle of the trap.. lol.. Obviously we went with the latter of the three..
This might have been the most Atlanta moment of my life.. like Atlanta in the sense of, what you would expect a city primarily inhabited wit Gucci Mane followers.. we enter 868, and a stripper is working the front door, nice touch.. classy to say the least.. We then go on entering the club, which is at best at 20% capacity.. of that low level of human population there was a solid 7 women, of these 7 women 4 were paid to be there... as entertainment.. LMAO.. and let me tell you we rolled deep here, didnt pay, and we were now watching some of the most insane pole-tricks and nigga shit, that one could handle... We continue blowing down in the club, and after about an hour or so.. those niggas who were jus gettin it in all night in the middle of the dance floor, stopped all they were doing because they too were performing tonite.. YOUNG LOC ENTERTAINMENT!! now these guys really put that cherry on the this is an ATLANTA ASS MOMENT, Sundae.. besides being wild as shit, these nigga's were really spitting.. there was a spot where the beat dropped and the main rapper just rippped it.. Like ate the track.. and please dont think the strippers stopped working at anytime during this performance. they kept it professional.. well after all this entertainment I felt it was time to make that move back to the crib..
Now the breezy's from earlier at the Probate said they were tryna chill after, so ya kno we were also waiting on the reply from them.. But of course the plot must thicken.. First Blade's phone.. dead.. then Lean's phone dead.. last but certainly not least.. my phone dead!!! OOO yea.. before I forget.. there was one "dancer" who possesssed an outrageous donk, one of the homies pulled her.. thought I'd throw that in there.LMAO
We are edging on 3 am and I havent put anny work in on some food yet.. So Blade aka Vontae aka 64 aka THE Dino aka the Air-Smash.. made moves over to Steak n Shake.. The service was Waffle House-esque... soo fuckign terrible.. this Na-na looking old lady was not getting our order right for shit.. i got everything I didnt order.. but fuck it.. we were hungrey and the BEAST was still waiting for us..
Finallllyy.. making the mvoe back to the crib.. after this long ass night.. we post in our domain.. the layer.. the couch.. the tv.. the strawberry sundae and steak sliders.. all the makings of a great finale.. Right as it looked like Blade-Boy and me were gunna havta chief the BEAST ourselves.. the homie Lean(Chris, Yung Houston, Tre-Ward, Rat Nigga, Mighty Mouse) walks in.. with his bag of Wendy's and a smile, bcuz he knows he has just walked in to the session that one would only see in a movie... As we sat there for the next HOUR, chiefing, talking, watching Dead Presidents and listening to Vampire Weekend, the realization of how epic a night we jus shared together was starting to sink in and we all took the L and passed out.. Another night accomplished..
The Beast: body original idea by Craig.. I just made it better.

Side notes: chicks never came through, I woke up more baked then wen I went to sleep.. We live to fight another day.