Now I'm posting this because I had the strangest thing happen to me on the train. This random lady starts calling for my attention while I'm listening to some B.G. (it was a promo I wanted to check out). And out of nowhere, she says "Can you please help me? I would like to die." I just gave her that Larry David look and walk down a bit further. I made a promise to stop talking to crazy people on the streets in 2005 and I'm sticking to it. It was fun back in the day but its lost its fun over the years; besides its depressing. I see her approach another guy to say the same thing and he actually helps her when he talks to her (maybe even gets to hit it; who knows). He asked me for a pen to write with and gets on the train with her to talk. I'm not sure if I'm supposed to feel bad about that shit but, after a while of living in the city and having crazy people making requests on the regular, you're just kinda like "fuck that". Hopefully, that woman's ok. I just don't see what the fuck I could do to help her. Strangle her to death? Bust a cap in her ass? SMH.......
I'm in no hurry to die. At the same time, I accept that shit. I figure I'll just enjoy however I can. Even when I'm old, I'll hope to kick it with a cigar in mouth like Hannibal with some dumb, young, and gorgeous broad only trying to stick me for my paper getting pissed off that she has to refill my viagra prescription. Hahaha. Seriously, I'll die when its time.
Well, anyway, I figured it would be a good time to introduce a track I did a while ago with my homie, Yusef. Its on the myspace but I didn't make it downloadable. Its called "How Do You Wanna Die?".
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You're doing a good thing ignoring the crazies. Every time I get a call on my home phone for this guy who used to own my number, I'm tempted to tell whoever's on the other end that he's dead, then explain to them how he died.
ReplyDeleteIt's beyond inappropriate, but I get so fed up with my phone ringing for a person who in my world, does not exist. Luckily for everyone else, I can't bring myself to sink that low (as entertaining as it would be). Guilt can kill you.
Its painful, isn't it? And thanx for peeping the blog, btw. More to come.
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