Those who frequent my journal may find this amusing...
If you recall, I was without my truck for over a week due to transmission problems being handled by a not- so- swift Aamco "service" team. When it was all said and done, I paid just under $1,900 to get my transmission fixed. But, the service only came with a one year warranty. Do you know that to get a lifetime warranty, which is non- transferrable mind you, they want me to pay another $757 on top of the $1,900 I already paid?! I've never heard of $2,600 for a transmission in any book! When the guy told me, I didn't even have the energy to kirk out...besides, I had a show to do that day for Suitland High School.
Speaking of which, ya'll may want to check out the venting page @ illpoets.com to see what happened with me and the crew on Friday.
SATURDAY-
Consisted of me being entirely exhausted and trying to catch up on some sleep before I helped fellow illpoet.com member, LaQuis Harkins move to her new spot.
*Note: Whenever someone says they only have a couple of boxes to move, but don't know the exact number, assume you got a gang of shit to move. Dude, after hooking up with LaQuis @ the Public Storage/ Uhaul rental spot, we headed out to her crib. Found out that a couple boxes and a couch and a futon equated to an entire Uhaul truck. In fact, why rent a Uhaul if you ain't have mad shit to haul, right? Dog, after movin' the couch with this cool brother named John (Laquis' friend/ a fellow poet/ all- around good guy), my arms were dead. I am officially out of shape! I've never been out of shape in my life. My arms are still hurting right now. Sure, she had a lot to move. And sure she live on the second floor with no elevator. And sure I hadn't had a for real meal since Thursday, not to mention I hadn't eaten at all thus far on Saturday. And sure we had to go around the back of the building to get to the stair that lead up to her apartment...but that still doesn't change the fact I am out of shape. When I moved last year, my apartment was on the fourth floor, and I had no problems with feeling like my arms or legs were dead weight. Shit, Drew was a track star, I might hire him on some Billy Blanks shit to get my ass back into cardiovascular shape. What was supposed to be a 2pm- 5pm move didn't jump off until about 3:30, and didn't end until about 8. I thanked Laquis for the experience, needed to know how much I slipped...might have thought I was better off than I actually am. She hooked me up with some Papa Johns for my troubles, which I wouldn't have accepted had Lynn been home when we were ordering. I got to Lynn's about 9:30, and crushed a slice and a half of cheese pizza before she walked in to tell me about the next shit that happened in her day. We exchanged events while we went to find a better parking space for my truck...didn't want to leave it around the corner all night. Found a spot right out front. Came in and watched a repeat of SNL after talking for a bit. Decided I didn't want to start my new DVD if Lynn was going to fall asleep. That pisses me off. Fell asleep due to boredom.
SUNDAY-
Most of my day consisted of watching basketball and avoiding the breaking news on the "war" whenever possible. Played some GTA III on the Playstation 2 just for kicks, haven't done to much gaming lately, especially on my PS2. Saw Lynn's best friend Aneesah, and my friend too...intended to watch my new DVD purchase, Way of the Gun, but the Wizards were playing. We lost to Golde State, man. Correction, we lost to Arenas. How these dudes intend to make the playoffs losing to teams like Golden State is beyond me. We're fighting for the last playoff spot and giving away easy games. Startin to get mad again, let's change the subject. Way of the Gun was good as hell, as was Bound. Way... was mad funny... the beiinning had me sold. The story was a little choppy, and the volume was to unstable...one music there are inaudible whispers, the next blaring music...Still entertaining tho'. One of those movies you appreciate on DVD, not so much on the big screen. Bound was dope. Not the type of movie you want your mother to watch seeing as tho' there is a lot of lesbian "interaction", but an opportunity to see Jennifer Till all hot and heavy and a good directorial effort from the cats who brought us The Matrix is worth it to me. Shit, Gena Gershon even looked desirable in that skanky Angelina Jolie type of way after I saw the movie. It was a good plot tho'; Joe Pantoliano stole the movie in my opinion. Some of the camera work reminded me of Reqieum for A Dream, which I really dug. I watched Way and called it a night as soon as the credits rolled at about 2:15am.
Good weekend...