Negro Versus Nerd

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  • You’re Such An Asshole!

    Since being an adult and coming into my own, I’ve pretty much heard that statement above and I have no qualms in agreeing with it. I am an asshole, and very unapologetic about being one. But while admitting that I can be pretty inconsiderate, pig headed, self absorb and very unconcerned with your feelings, I’m not that way intentionally.

    Ok… maybe I am

  • So I Lack Home Training

    So if you happen to know me, I mean really, really know me, you have a general understanding that I’m a damn fool. I believe I’ve mention before that I have this question. A question of ignant, that it doesn’t deserve the correct spelling of ignorant. First the back story:

    On some rare occasion I happen to find myself at a the local Walgreens/CVS/24 hour drug store in the middle of the night. As a level of security, these establishments usually have some type of armed guard on duty, and in most cases its an on-duty policer officer/deputy. And it never fails that each and every time I’m in a 24 hour drug store with a cop on duty, the cop is paying more attention to macking on the female cashier than trying to serve and protect. So from these situations and in my cracks head, I thought of something. A question that I believe to be so offensive that I feared being arrested for asking it. And the question is-

    “As an uniform officer, how much play/trim/action/ass/pussy/whatever you get just by wearing the uniform?”

    So tonight as I was leaving the Prop House, I headed into the neighbor Walgreens, to get some store branded ibuprofen and without fail there was a uniformed officer, macking on the female cashier. There wasn’t a lot of people in the store and after the couple of drinks I had, my liquid courage was in full effect. So I circle around the store a few times, just to wait to see if he would stop talking to the cashier. After 20 minutes or so, I must have look pretty suspect as I kept walking around and eyeing him. So he approached me and asked if everything was alright, I replied and asked if it was alright to ask him something. I threw out some fluff questions to butter him up, asking if he was married or something similar to it. And then I politely apologize and said ” This might offend you, but its been on my mind…” and I laid it on him. 

    He immediately busted into laughter, it was too the point where he shed a tear. He wiped his eye and calmly said “I’ve gotten a few numbers, but nothing to brag about.” He chuckled a few more times to himself and said that I made his night. 

    So I finally got an answer, but I guess that it would be poll multiple cops and see the variance in their answers but maybe I’m ‘nerd-ing’ it too much.

  • I’m A City-Boy Again

    Just some party small talk I had not too long ago…

    Them – You have an interesting accent, where are you from?
    Me – I’m from the west side of Philly…
    Them – Cool, how long you’ve been in Chicago?
    Me – About 8 years now
    Them – 8 Years? You ain’t from Philly anymore. After 8 years, you from Chicago now!

    I posted this to say that I just signed a new lease for an new apartment on the south side of Chicago. I plan on moving first or second week in June. Its a nice little 1 bedroom near King drive. Now I know that some will say that I’m a fool for giving up my house. But I was never comfortable there, and the upkeep was a bitch. Plus now, that I’m moving to Illinois I get some money back from paying taxes in 2 states.

    So who wants to help to move a couch or two?

  • Queue The Theme From M.A.S.H

    I’ve been in a somber mood as of late. Money has been tight like wearing a medium t-shirt, I’ve been trying to move without having found a place to move into and the boyfriend has non-existent in my life for the last couple weeks. And the realization that I haven’t had any ass since December ’07 is making my dick mad at me. 

    That suicide is painless, it brings on many changes, and I can take or leave it if I please…

    For the last month and a half, I’ve been staying a friend’s house in the city. And I’m so grateful that he’s opened up his home to me, but I feel so fucked up about the situation. There’s something about a grown ass man sitting up in another grown ass man space like he lives there. Also I really don’t know how I can express my gratitude without forking over a wad of cash. Again money is tight. 

    That suicide is painless, it brings on many changes, and I can take or leave it if I please…

    In the time that I’ve been staying with my friend, I’ve started taking the bus to work. At first I did this because, I was without my car for 3 weeks because bad brakes but now with gasoline running about $4:15 a gallon, I been hopping on good ol’ PACE and CTA. And while public transportation is a good thing, its great for the environment but them bastards made me late to work on several occasions. Late clock-ins mean less money.

    That suicide is painless, it brings on many changes, and I can take or leave it if I please…

    Boredom has a grip on me. I spend most my time of, either packing or watching progress bars. Bit Torrent has become my new best friend and fuck buddy. The amount of music and porn I’ve download, I mean obtain is scary. I’ve broke the 10,000 mark for music tracks in iTunes and my porn collection has officially because criminal. Essentially I’ve barded my porn to my friend to stay at his place. He’s actually watched one move a night, just about every night I’ve been at his place and he has yet to reach the end of the collection or watch the same movie twice. That’s how much porn I have now. I know I need help.

    That suicide is painless, it brings on many changes, and I can take or leave it if I please…

  • Cruised By The Gov’t

    Okay, this short latino marine just pulled up next to me on the street, while I was walking home from the bus stop. He literally jumped out of his car, some red Chevy four-door, and asked me a bunch of questions trying to get me to talk to him:

    “Hey man, what’s ya name? Do you got a brotha named Robert who’s a marine? You’re a big guy…” 

    It was pretty surreal, and I left me rushing to get away from him. As I told him that I really wasn’t interested in the military, and as he pulled off as quickly as he rode up on me, I had this feeling that he cruised me, cruised me for the military. Now as for why I was  walking from the bus, well that’s a story for another day.

  • Truly A Platinum Pretty Boi

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    Patrick Kahozi, IIII

  • Dreaming of Electric Sheep

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  • Still Playing Catch Up

    Its almost been two months and where have I been? The short answer: Everywhere and Nashville! Since Thanksgiving my car, the Mean Green Piece ‘O’ Shit Machine, died on me twice. The first time the fuel pump went out, and 3 weeks later it was the starter that died. I was use the drive to Schaumburg, but evidently the Neon was not. So for a Christmas gift to myself I went out a got a 2002 silver 2nd generation Neon. Me and my Mopar. It has low milage and only cost me 7 grand. Its nice, but its not that PS3 and souped MacBook Pro I wanted.

    Work is going great. Right after the holiday season ended I had got transfered to another Apple Store. I’m at new store thats a little smaller than Woodfield and a lot more closer to home. I’ve been spending the last couple of weeks getting use to the clientele and I think I’m definitely going to like Orland Square Mall. Now only if they had a better food court.

    On the personal front, I’ve started dating again and I’m a couple of weeks strong into a good thing. Its really refreshing to have someone who actually wants to communicate and genuinely cares. If i can only get them to play GH3 with me, it would be great.

  • My Lameness Knows No Bounds Parts 6, 7 & 8

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    Don’t ask why I bought this game, or why I’m actually playing it, plastic guitar and all. But I’ve actually learned something interesting; my pinky finger won’t move unless I move my ringer finger and after five minutes of playing the room will start to spin and the Tetris Effect kicks in.