a bird in the hand

Hey look at this! I was cleaning out my nest
and I found an old book of my poetry

[Ice Cube]
Fresh out of school cause I was a high school grad
gots to get a job cuz I was a high school dad
Wish I got paid like I was rappin' to the nation
but thats not likely, so here's my application
Pass it to the man at AT&T
Cuz when I was in school I got the a. e. e.
But there's no s. e. for this youngsta
I didn't have no money so now I have to punch the
clock like a slave, thats what be happenin
but whitey says there's no room for the African
Always knew that I would clock g's
but welcome to McDonalds can I take your order please
Gotta sell ya food that might give you cancer
cuz my baby doesn't take no for an answer
Now I pay taxes that you never give me back
what about diapers, bottles, and similac
Do I gotta go sell me a whole lotta crack
for decent shelter and clothes on my back?
Or should I just wait for help from Bush
or Jesse Jackson, and operation Push
If you ask me the whole thing needs a douche
a masengel what the hell cracker sell in the neighborhood
To the corner house bidness,
Miss porker, little joe or Todd Bridges
Or anybody that he'd know
so I got me a bird, better known as a kilo
Now everybody know I went from po' to a nigga that got dough
So now you put the feds against me
cause I couldn't follow the plan of the presidency
I'm never get love again
but blacks are too fuckin' broke to be republican
Now I remember I used to be cool
till I stopped fillin' out my W-2
Now senators are gettin' high
and your plan against the ghetto backfired
So now you got a pep talk
but sorry, this is our only room to walk
Cause we don't want a drug push
But a bird in the hand is worth more than a Bush

tell the politicians, the hustlers: live and let live (yeah)
tell the politicians, the hustlers: live and let live (yeah)

16 years of shit

the pittsburgh pirates are BYFAR the worst example of a professional baseball team. they have tied a record of 16 straight years of futility. good lord. and yet, i still am a fuckin' fan of them. maybe its the stlyee uniforms, maybe its the amazing fans. either way, they fuckin' are horrible. its not even worth paying attention after august 1st because they are already sucking the hell last out of (or close to it) last place's titty. gooood lord.
who do i blame? sid bream. actually, no.....the man that should have thrown him out at the plate was the one and only Barroid Bonds. the year was 1992. and i have been a fan ever since, hoping that one day they will get their shit together and at least break .500. nope.
thank god for the Pens. and for this alternative view of 1993.

used for glue

life is, by far, weird as fuck. Its amazing on so many levels, and tricky as neutered dog on so many more. you can get into situations that can, in the long run, be bad-bad-bad, but at the time they are happening, are good-good-good. i get myself into these situations preeetty easily, so i have only myself to blame, which i do. i have enough intestinal fortitude to man (or wo) up and take it on the nose when i set myself up for a deserving roundhouse of life lessons. its the follow up that can be a mother fuck. doing the walk back into town with your tail between your legs and no cash in your wallet can be a sonofabitch to build back up from....but i have. going thru a shittty, shitty break up with the one girl you probablly would have married, only to see her move out and then move out of town can be a gnarly thing to recover from....but i have...i think. standing in that same apartment at 31 and looking around, wondering 'what' the hell am i doing ....which is where i am at.
life is as complicated as you let it be. so, i say, settle the fuck down, trim the fat and enjoy your life, you retard.
xoxo
-you

time to get shit going, bro

well,. shit is starting to finally get going. its spring. people are stoked to not be inside. street riding in rochester is happening... and we are going to have a HughJass party at the new warehouse. known as the "Swinger's Den". ask Erich where the name comes from. its tenatively planned for may 2nd. so get you shit together, boy.

the ramps are for the most part done, because i ran out of money. nothing like spending all of your tax money refund money on a bunch of plywood and drywall screws! could be worse, though. the set up is rad with a 16ft wide 5ft tall quarter on one end, 4ft 8ft wide street spine, 16ft long ledge thats about 1.5ft tall and 3ft wide on top, and a big ole brick house wall ride with 4ft quarters and 8 ft of wall to ride up and down on.

and we are going to have a HughJass party at the new warehouse. known as the "Swinger's Den". ask Erich where the name comes from. its tenatively planned for may 2nd. so get you shit together, boy.
the pictures posted are prolly of the warehouse, and prolly of people having a good time. like what will happen at the party.

february...and sick as fuck

the warehouse is coming along slowly, but its coming along dopely. Since it is enclosed in brick and none of the walls ever get directly hit with sunlight ( and it is rochester), this shit is cold. so be prepared to wear a sweatshirt.

warehouse 08

the new warehouse has begun. rochester will be alive with pleasure. soon. bubble hockey will have us all under its powerful trance and street riding will happen indoors. i am excited. you should be excited. i am excited. pictures to come soon. followed by a major motion picture. it's 2:38 in the a.m.