Friday’s Awkward Exchange/ Weird Ass Segue of the Day: “What happened to all that warm weather? Whew!!...Hey brother, do you roller skate” ~ Some random dude I’ve never met attempting to strike up conversation at my mechanics.
After being in the cold for three hours waiting to get minor work done on my ride, I rolled to my sister’s hair salon to sell some books. Didn’t make as many sales, but a couple of ladies supported. Big up Gennie @ Hair Razors for showing love and let me rap with your customers. Dude, I tried to drum up some sales with a couple dudes that were in the salon getting their hair cornrowed. They were too thuggish to show love, I mean, poetry is for pussies right? One dude was like, “I don’t like to read” complete with thuggish scowl on his face. I need to write a poem specifically for cats like that. I say that shit jokingly sometimes, he was quite serious. Too mannish to read poetry, but still going to a salon to get your hair done? Oh, the irony. Afterwhich, I rolled to my sisters crib and kicked it with her and the family. Later, saw my grandmother at my father’s crib, who was visiting from Baltimore. Before I knew it, it was 11:30 just about. Had to ruch to my mother’s crib to catch Patrick, DP and Bassey on Def Poetry Jam. Guess what? My mom’s got rid of HBO and I completely forgot. Who has digital cable and not HBO?!?!
Saturday was basically me looking at homes, trying to get a spot. After that, I went to a slam in Baltimore. The jugjing was mad suspect, but I still think LaMAr Hill won. It’s just the hottest poem of the night by this young lady by the name of Samantha only got a 28.8. The joint was about abortion, and was crafted in a manner that I felt like I was getting an abortion! The judges seemed like they were padding scores, but whatever. LaMar claimed I and a few other poets were going to force him to retire from slamming. I have never won a slam, but it was still a flattering comment.
I hate it, but it’s a necessary evil. Open mics are dying every day. We are living in a slam culture~ Mar Hill
Built with Miko, who was also robbed on her score. I was robbed, too…not saying I turned out a 30 performance, but I definately beat out this cat named Lyrical, who wasn’t in my opinion. His second poem was mad cool tho’, probably should have lead with that one. I got a 26.2 for a hot poem, but whatever. I didn’t get into it when I spat it, so I’m not mad. Lynn and I both agreed that I sabotage myself in slams because I haven’t really gone hard since my very first slam. Something I vow to work on. Shit, I was just glad I rolled to B- more just to slam… I’d been faking for a while on Komplez’s invites, who wasn’t there by the way.
Sunday was family time to eat over my father’s crib after the Wizards pulled out a narrow victory in Boston in overtime. We won 99- 98, man. A bad call by the ref in the final seconds could have cost us the game. Shit, we gotta strap up our shoes if we’re going to make the playoffs, cuz. Dinner was mad cool. Saw my brother Carl, who’s been in B- more chillin for a while now. Saw my Uncle Allen, too. Haven’t seen or heard from him since Christmas. We watched Friday After Next after dinner. Everybody pretty much dispersed after that.
Oh, I finally got my DVD copy of Bruno aka The Dress Code on Sunday! Big ups to Vickey aka Gravity for lookin’ out on that one. I’ve been lookin’ for that joint for months now. Heartwarming and intelligent movie.