"You needed that job…but they had to give it to a minority."

Things have been nice.
I went to Heroes-con Saturday.
I got up crazy early and was crazy tired.
Me and book headed out bout 7.5.
We stopped at a Hardees in sum lil town wheya a hotel was right side da
trailer park, good ole souf carolina.
Da resta da trip was simple till we got to Charlotte and nobody could tell us exactly how to
get to da charlotte convention center.
Like ATL, Charlotte is fulla one-way streets and dumbness.
We eventually made it theya though.
Book got instructions off da net dat took us to Heroes comic shop.
But whateva.
Afta sum bit of drivin, askin for instructions, and gettin stuck in a parkin garage dat wasn’t
lettin folk out, was overchargin, and had no security person or help of any kind...
We just took da 6 dollar parkin place.
So we went in and walked round went upstairs befo finally findin da area of sales or whateva.
Da convention.
Ahh geeks, and comics, and bootleg video’s, and action figures, and scantily dressed women who need to be heavily dressed.

So yah down stairs.
We walked round for quite a bit veiwin stuff and whateva I got mah comics afta sum serious searchin so now I dun hafta make dat order to
Rupp’s. I didn’t find da Halo comic though, but oh wells.
Book is slow and drags...I now see why I go it alone when I’m at dragoncon.
Lotsa Vendors do not make lotsa fun when you’re wif slow folk.
I ran into Frank and Mark and Josh.
And sum scad kids was peddlin sum stuff.
And theya was otha artist who’s work I really liked.
Howeva since im an artist and they r too...I didn’t feel the need to support them
wif my money cus it could be the very money dat
lands dem a job steada me.
So yah.
I ran into frank again lata when he was relocatin to get into a better traffic area.

So afta gettin mah comics I saw dis morrigan figure I wanted but I dun have the money for it at da time so maybe I cans coop it at sum otha convention or sumfin.
Now da whole time I’d been walkin I had kept mah eye on da clock cus ole Rosario Dawson was sposta show up at 2 and do sum stuff.
So I turns around and starts walkin from morrigan and bam theya she is.
Rosario freakin Dawson...She’s a a lot smaller in real life.
So the sayin goes when a bird looks a snake in the eye he becomes so frightened that he cannot move and so bhe becomes easy prey for the snake.
So when I saw Rosario I got so frightened that...yah...u know dis story already.
Theya was folks all snappin pics of her and she was bein all pretty and stuff.
Makin “soap”, haha.
So yah I went to recuperate from the beauty that is Rosario.
Me and book ran into Mark and I left mah stuff wif him so icould go get a pic
wif Rosario but she was gone...oh how sad...when we got back.
Darn it 45 minutes isn’t very long.
I think she went up stairs to sign though. But oh wells.
So me and book hung out wif Mark sum more, for like 2 hours.
Josh was hittin on sum young girl. Crazy young, clearly under-aged, and pierced to heck.
They sold quite a few books were still in da hole.
Me and book left round 5 and headed back to souf Cack.
We drove round for prolly like 40 minutes cus the signs leadin u to da interstate in
Charlotte are garbage and point in the wrong direction, point at nuffin, and so on.
One guy kinda helped us out to get to da interstate finally though.

We got food from dis place called the Beacon in Spartanburg.
I got a double cheeseburger and mah mouf muscles was sore dis mornin from me
havina open me mouf so wide to bite the thing.
The food was good though.
Theya was sum ghetto folk hind da restaurant cuttin up
and kids in da restaurant cuttin up.
Negroes...
Den back on da road wheya I fell sleep.
We ate at my house and den watched the freshmen which had a very lackluster Kelly Hu
and Roselyn Sanchez who always looks great.
Den we played Soul cal 3...which is gay.
Afta dis is ent book home and I went to bed.
Got up for church dis mornin and Mary came ova wif nappy head and unclean.
So we was late to church.
Odd, theya was a weddin durin da mornin service, what a surprise.
I rode home wif Tonja and Robert cus moms was standin round bein sociable.
At home I played street fighter alpha 3.
Beat Bison afta he raped Cammy several times over.
The ps2 controller is horrible...IT’S GARBAGE.
I also played the rts mode in soul cal 3.
We ate and I napped, though I knew I was sposta be layin down and I felt
da acid comin up...look at me not takin care of mahself.
Afta dis it was to church again, and k mart den back home.

I went ova Roberts only to find dat mah 360 is now...dead.
Internal errors, the screen told me to call microsofts customer help line.
Gay.
Oh wells, I knew it was comin.
So iya do dat tomorrow along wif callin for dat post office job.
Den tomorrow evenin iya prolly go visit alicia or Jarret.
Or maybe just stay at home, I dunno.
Depends on da heat.
I also went joggin and couldn’t make mah quarter mile tonight.

So I hadda another dream bout bein invisible.
I was at school and doin stuff I shouldn’t have been doin.
Like in da last one but not as bad.
I systematically got rid of the guys in da class by causin them to fight and hittin them in the heads
and killin them and so it was just an invisible me and a buncha girls.
Oh which maybe two were 8's .
Ehhh...whateva mane.
It was a fun dream.

And then theya was the frog dream.
A nightmare.
It started off wid me in dis room wif like sum guy and we was talkin and dese two frogs hopped in. Anyways dude left and thing escalated to the point dat I was up to my ankles in frogs, toads, whateva. Oh mane...horrible.
Nightmare, I woke up in cold sweat about the scream, and had tore mah bed apart.
Yah iwas fightin in da dream and in real life.
But dis was easily...EASILY...the worse dream I have eva had.

And finally, the monster dream.
As usual the MrX monster.
Howeva I was on dat darn hilltop. It was dark and the grass was long and green and
up to my waist pretty much. The T monster is pretty tall too.
So theya was dew on da grass or rain and I was standin theya as the wind blew.
Just lookin...just lookin, watchin the grass movin like water as da wind blew it.
No zombies, no mike, no avery. Just me in the grass on da hill.
Wif the wind blowin.
A very peaceful dream, for what eva reason.
But why was I a monster in da dream and not mahself.
Oh wells.
Only my subconscious knows da answer.

So me and book were talkin bout the interracial datin thing and the parents.
Along wif dis comes up da “investment” cus women of different races age differently, like east asians are pretty up till like 30 den it’s down hill....down 45 degree angle hill.
I dunno how hispanics age, not dat it matters cus I dunno many hispanics.
Blah, blah, blah, same ole same ole really.

So Rosario Dawson who iwas afraid to meet is a 13 on the sam scale.
Officially makin her the prettiest person I’ve eva seen, and was afraid to talk to.
Darn my schizoid tendencies. So yah, the best of the best to be seen by me.
But she looks kinda short.
The tv ads height and weight on to ya so I wouldn’t be surprised if she wasn’t short.
So yah, it’s nice to know that I tend to choke it up when important things are bousta happen.
Oh well, just another memory.

So is now the time for me to go off into sum semi-deep philosophical rant.
No. Not tonight.

Oh wait im readin bout southern politics.
Jesse Helms, a racist bastard winnin election afta election playin on the fear and ignorance of white people...way to go "the south" way to go.