Name:Prince o' Tirades Country:United States State:New York Metro:New York City
Interests:Patti Smith, Jimi Hendrix blues,
James Joyce, studying the remnants of
the Bill of Rights, and starting a used tampon collection. Expertise:Lysergic insights of a prosaic world, i.e., talking a whole lotta SHIT!!!
Yeah...i'm light years from my usual Hendrix-lite guitarings...and six months away from G3'ing it--but done PROVED that neither James Joyce or Richard Wright got anythang over ME--for WHAT
All my long time readers would think that Ms Kearney was the reason i got into writing, and they'd be wrong...kind of
i used to call him "Fat Boy," sans the venom that the name might imply...and i first ran into Kenny in my second time around working at my uncle's deli--thought he was a pussy until i saw him hold his ground against some Cambria Heights punkass motherfuckers that frequented out store--that made me have some R-E-S-P-E-C-T for him
That was like 20 years ago...a decade later we met at the Y in the height of the Crack Wars...besieged by a world gone mad--and he not only hipped me to Stephen King, but HE was the first one to get me into computers--a Commodore 64 i think
When i first saw Allen Iverson PLAY i immediately thought---That's me---even though i can't dribble for shit, but i COULD shoot his eyes out...and my "D" ain't all too shabby either
i TALK shit a mile a minute, CAN take a punch, and NEVER punk out.....
Couple nights ago this PUNK thought i punked [And it WASN'T Ashton Kutcher]
My messenger bag is like a Jezeus cross at the end of the day, my knees are achingly fused to my ankles, and i feel like i'm walking on the resultant stump...but i keep on keeping on
i AIN'T no Mike Tyson...but i ain't no glass-jawed punk either
i USED to punk on guitar whenever i ran into a guitarist that blew me away...YET on the basketball court I'd go up against motherfuckers TWICE my size and THRICE my talent
So at the end of the day this Kutcher clone was getting OFF the train and i'm driving like Allen to the hole--A SEAT--and besides arrogantly crossing my path, he piss-trailed me with a knapsack bump--to which i naturally replied: ASSHOLE
And he starts RAGING...for WHAT
cwould be that all these kids think I amtheir age
OR are they Glenn Beck motivated???
THIS little whiteboy is preppie city to the max...maybe HIS family had to summer in the Hamptons instead of Capri since they took a hit...i can DIG it...NOT
Malcolm Ten is biting on MY niece's sea of possibilites...the pimp mentality but SHE's da playa gaming on his punkass, and the ride is coming to an end and he knows it...but is still in denial.
Preppie boy ain't got a worry in the world...looks like a Kennedy [John-john] and is either lacrosse or rugby team...don't think they play football in NYC preps...and he wanted to fight ME
Ten years ago when i was still Mr Heineken i'd have smashed him in the face with a full bottle then stomp him a little...20 years ago i'd have capped him in the knees---and we're going back to THAT NYC again
Niggas today are gonna be a lot more vicious though---Grand Theft Auto and gangsta rap makes these kids more immune to the violence we grew up with, and seeing Obama make it to the top then get treated like a crack ho makes them angrier...and THAT i can understand
GIVING my second book away for nothing and seeing all that marshmallow crap selling more copies makes me wonder why the fuck should i even create anythang
ii don't even think that any of my xanga"buds," whose books i BOUGHT...even downloaded the motherfucker, so why fuckin' BOTHER
Lifetime
When i first saw Allen Iverson PLAY i immediately thought---That's me---even though i can't dribble for shit, but i COULD shoot his eyes out...and my "D" ain't all too shabby either
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