Almost a whole week before I hit with a these streets update. My sincere apologies, but last Friday was a mutha fucka!!

disclaimer: The happenings of Friday, April 11th are compiled from various conversations I have had with other folks that were present during this night in question. I only recall bits and pieces of the night, file this story as in all likely hood true. Due to the lack of memory on my part this will be short and sweet.

For many it doesn’t need to be stated, the disclaimer is enough, but I was OTG in these streets with Wile E on Friday. The night started out reasonably enough with a pact to not break out the plastic in order to avoid blown tabs. Spots with a tendency to lead to blown tabs were avoided. Prior to hittin’ these streets Wile E and I imbibed stoli and lemonade at a rate unacceptable for human consumption. This was all in an effort to avoid the dreaded blown tab, needless to say this was a TERRIBLE idea, akin to the following….

man on wire

The beginning of the end…Upon entering the desired spot for avoiding blown tabs we promptly post-up next to the beer tub and order jaeger bombs. Again poor decision making by yours truly, which was further reinforced by the average looking bartender promptly offering us two-for-one for the whole night. Here is where the memory fades…

Now I recall getting a solid grab-up on this cute slightly more adult (not nearly as grown as the nurse from the previous week). I also recall that she was from the carribean as were her girls, I also remember trying to get Wile E to help a footsoldier out and holler at her dime piece friend but to no avail. Apparently my holler was good, we danced for a bit and then I went to straight pick-ups not some regular ish but guerrilla style. If that wasn’t bad enough, upon completion of the successful pick-up apparently I broke out in full pose…

Even, I have to admit that’s pretty fuckin’ funny!!! The night continues, I assume these women leave the spot though not out of anger or anything, I talked to the girl the next day on the phone briefly (of course I acted like nothing happened ;-) ) . And I go back to work, now this is about the time I think when Wile E’s boys from college meet up with us and so the wild kicks it up another notch, FYI footsoldiers like claiming their wild supremacy to new cats. The two-for-one’s continue. I will assume that I tried cordial hollerin’ for a bit longer but finally said enough is enough. Turn to one of Wile E’s boys and tell him to watch this… I flip out my secret weapon, the old Job ID, women love that ID no one brushes DB off when he breaks that thing out. I roll up on this 10/10, or so the story goes, break out the ID holler for a few minutes and then get straight to slobbin’. Again, this is all hearsay. I know, its hard to believe I still am skeptical other than the preponderance of evidence I have gathered through the week, including a new number in my phone under the title bdeezi (short for bustdown). This follows that I would save the number under this title if the ID worked that quickly. When I called bdeezi, the ethnicity of her name matches the description that various people have given me. So I tend to believe this actually happened… Needless to say, when the night starts out attempting to avoid blown tabs but ends in not remembering slobbing a dime piece then I have no choice but to reconsider my anti-blown tab position.