If You Grew Up the Way I did......

I dont know how to start this post or what to name this post. lets just say no matter where in the world i live there will be no place like home (Tola) and no place weirdier than NYC. seen nuff people post how tola boring on a saturday night. all i gah to say to dem people is blame your self cause life is what you make it and i cant remember have a boring night on tola from my adolesent life onward. now back to NYC. its been another 48 hrs or so on only 4hrs sleep probly. went to work went to a wrestling match went to club went to work then went to a bbq then went to a bar to watch the UFC now im on my way home to watch sum pre recorded TNA wrestling then to watch sum Lucha Libre right after that which should find me in my sleep at around 5 or 4 in the morn in which i still have to make sum calls for my inturnship, send off some emails regaurding the syndication of my show and still post a podcast all before i have to DJ at a BBQ at around 2pm. still aint had no time to watch True Blood but anyway, i will get to it. i was so suppose to be in st. john all now but life works in mysterious ways. it even got a sick music fest in brooklyn tommrow but im not going to go because im supose to be slowing down. dont know what this is going to do to the rest i got last week. but it is what it is. back to the reason i wrote this blog. i was suppose to talk about the fossyness of men and the weirdness of new york city. but since im suppose to be resting i will write the rest of that tommrow. im gunna just sit down and lazy man yawn on this train all the way home. hope i could get sum food before all the places close. i could sure use ah panchie leg and fires with a corn with butta now with ah vanilla vita malt. naw ah locozade cause i need the energy. big ups to brock lesnar. he is truly the F'N man. theres a message in here some where. find it.