So this weekend I went to see a friend out in Harlem... I like saying that I went to Harlem... even if gentrification has transformed most of it... and I do mean most of it... it stil ain't cool for for white folks to roll around some places... hooray for urban sprall... ha. Anyways, so I went to Harlem to see my old buddy Turbo... I got there late because of there only being like 2 pay lanes out of 10 into the Lincoln Tunnel. People from New Jersey don't do EasyPass TM... yeah so back to me going to Harlem and Turbo... so I get there late and Turbs has left the joint I was supposed to meet him at and I don't have his number... I jump into fix it mode and call Trevor and ask him to send a myspace message to Turbo to have him call me. That doesn't work so I call my girlfriend to start complaining. That works.. then I get her to look at the invite in my comments and see if there is a phone number. Nope, no number but there is his t-mobile 2 way thingy email address... she suggests that I text him at this email... I suggest that seeing as she has a full keyboard in front of her that she email him for me... she agrees.... 30 minutes more of sitting in front of a club in Harlem and bam my phone rings and Hooray its Turbo!! He's downtown with his girl at this other club which is more like a deli converted into a club spot... good music but unfortunatly no cold cuts.... I got there like 20 minutes before the club was about to close so at least they didn't make me pay. What was wierd is that all of the overweight black door guys looked familiar.... so yeah then we went to a diner and I stared at some columbian dude's (who oddly enough was dressed like the Captain from The Captain &Taneal) girlfriend whilst talking about the good ol' days of Lo' wear and afterparties and on about how everything fell apart and how some people still couldn't let go... good times. I would just like to add that if you sell drugs eventually you will rob someone and get robbed in retaliation or vice versa... deal with it... no pun intended...hehehe. Oh yeah and don't act too hard because the person who will topple you will have to that much harder. Think of it as an investement in your turn to get robbed. Being a super dick will make you get extra fucked in the end. Hmmm... I am glad that era ended in me never getting robbed...lol. I never thought it would be my whole life nor did I take it very seriously so maybe that was my saving grace. That and the fact that I sucked at it...lol. Ahhh Harlem... it was good to see my old friend and I plan on getting out there again during the day to go buy some shoes and clothes and what have you.
Aside from my visit to Turbo I discovered that NYC had turned into a hipster nightmare... it looked alot like miami actually. Maybe I was in the wrong part of town... The Village, Soho and the Lower East Side are probably the same...(as they have always been i mean) I like those places as opposed to the spikey hair urban outfitter clad norm-show that I saw driving around the clubs by W 14th street near the West Side Highway... I spoke to T about the Roxy and the Octagon... No more Octagon but the Roxy was still open. He says they have a nice rollerskate jam if you're ok with the all gay... which is cool but not cool at the same time. Anyways this post is over. It was good to see my friend and to drive around Harlem and downtown Manhatten at 6am... Next time I am bringing my gf so's there will be no time wasted ;)
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