Iwhoa!

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I know... I know... the future... I know...

I am content.

Some fight just to feel a bit better than "worst".

I am content.

One fight in life worth fighting is for a better "tomorrow".

I am content.

This fight for my life is the best bout "ever"

Robin Thicke just came in on the system detailing some sort of bank robbery, as Lil' Wayne pops in from some random door and chimes in. Heheh, they want me to surrender? Naw...

Twenty-two is my preferred Heineken sipping size

Twenty-two was the number I wanted to wear when I switched to runningback at Payton.

Twenty-two hours (or more) of The Shut Down's recordings exist.

Mars... prepare for one incoming frequent launcher miles club member

NO ID - A CARNIVAL - A BOND UNKNOWN

My cuz and his friend Jorge picked me up ayer from the Addison Redline stop, and from there my "farewell-birthday"-party began. He played a track he's being composing for the last few months, and I was taken aback. It "evoked" hip-hop and made me want to lyrically bleed over every note. By the time we arrived at his place it had to have looped over a dozen times, yet, there were verses and verses being dropped. The cypha was only a preview of what my cousin had working on.

We took some shots "from around the World", and when I was asked where I wanted to travel, Disney came to mind. I exclaimed, "Disneyland," only to find out that he had a pretty nice double shot glass from there, lol. As Amee put together a perfect compliment to High Life (hot dogs and mac-n-cheese), we noticed there was a carnival a couple blocks away. I don't find myself amongst a crowd willing to visit a fair of most sorts so, I loved how eager they seemed to want to go.

A few games and lots of donations to the Boys & Girls Club later, we returned back to my cousin's house for some Madden and a snippet of "The Five Deadly Venoms"...

For a night with no ID, I must say I had an AWESOME NIGHT.

I'm riding on a dolphin... doin' flips and shit

UHHH!
It is June 25th of the year 2009

I will be celebrating my date of birth in a few days and I'm giving myself the BEST GIFT EVER!

Lou.

lol, now wait, I mean, it makes sense.
If I have acted like I am "King Lou", "Mr. Perfect", or "LouLou629" back in the day, I figure the good in me can be the good for me.

Its what a lot of the people I've lost along the way wanted for me, whether it was apparent or not.

Oh gosh, you know, they say life isn't easy, but it's this run away from death that gets ya.

VOLKAN, "My" Bar, & Drumming Monkey

"I LOVE HIP HOP TOO!"

The crew of deux crews attempted to choreograph a nightclub pop-in near 25th and Kedzie this past Saturday. See, this area is a bit lightly traveled for all parties involved and with a group such as ours, we knew the party was where WE were. After a search of police-laden sidestreets for parking, Valet Jones found a decent spot two-three blocks away. Until this moment, myself and JR believed both X and Wes knew eachother, or met once at least. This confusion was shortly debunked in priorites as a raucous crowd of ladies across the street howled and whisted at our quite macked out crew. Those animals, hahahah.

FF [>>] - We get within steps of the door of Volkan and the rotating heads and puffed out chests ensued. No more than six seconds after taking our place at the end of the line, a security/doorman/valet(?) walks up to inform us most of our articles of clothing aren't within dress code regulations. Immediately, I was quite secure in stepping yards away to another establishment, due to the highly likely overcrowding in whatever place we had just walked up to.

One quick Google Maps search later, we were en route to Taylor Street and Bar Louie. Now, I've seen these places for years and years, but have never even been to one. We slid our macked out selves into "my" place and hopped up to the bar. The Dos Equis draught special got tagged up immediately and we were all feeling better. A cheeseburger pizza had the UFC Pimp occupied for a bit, but damn sure looked good. After settling up, we strolled on down Taylor St., I dismissed memories of high school times in the area, and we all knew two places were poppin' due to the bit of noise ahead of us.

A place we passed on the way to Bar Louie called "Drum & Monkey" had a small crowd out front.
OOOO BOOOOMBS!!!!!!

That seemed to be a siren song for the deux crews and we soon had a bucket and round, or round of buckets, or a bucket of rounds. =]
As the night was being partied away, we were soon joined by a newly married young woman, who was quite the delight. Her husband soon joined the table and there was another round or two that were ON POINT! Steve, from PA, way to go, way to go!

This saga of an evening would've ended had it not been for Jack aka Basura, and one apartment building roof.

A night out with the guys that is comparable to some of the best events in almost twenty-two years.

They all got to meet my boy, all together, He warmed us throughout. His poinant timing as the alcohol thinned our blood was to me like the comforter pulled over my shoulder on those February nights.
As he peeked up over the lakeside Chicagoan "mountain-side", the party got SOOOO hip hop.
The rooftop cypha got caught by the Storm and here it go.