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| jay |
when i was a young man spending his post-high school years living in the bed-stuy section of brooklyn, i went to procure an apartment with some other young lads i used to know. we were shown an apartment we were soon to take on st james place and gates avenue. a big selling point of this recently remodeled apartment was that it was in near proximity to an up-and-coming rapper, the notorious b.i.g., who inhabited an apartment on st james place between gates and fulton, about four doors to the south. i only saw biggie a few times during my stay in that particular building. twice on the street and once filming a video on his mother's front stoop. i stayed in that neighborhood for about two years before spending two more in a slightly nicer section, north of myrtle 'murder' ave. while the neighborhood was euphemistically described as 'in transition' during that period, it was still pretty rough and due to a good number of circumstances, i moved to pennsylvania in the fall of 96. six months after i moved out of brooklyn, i got the news that biggie was assassinated (probably by suge knight, but no one can prove anything). pictures of the funeral procession that went down st james place were shown in my local paper. i felt sad for a lot of reasons that day. that section of brooklyn has always been pretty beat down, even when my grandfather was growing up there back in the 20s. biggie was bed-stuy's own. he and spike lee. and while spike is a talent, i don't think he represented in quite the same way that biggie did. so yeah. this post about east coast rappers national holiday is for bed-stuy and biggie (rest in peace).
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| heather |
Okay, so I was supposed post last night and I couldn't figure what the hell to write about east coast rappers. Then Jenni's grandma flashed her tits at me. Then I HAD to flash her, because you just can't let that go.
So we are on the way home and Jen is bored so we freshen up and grab my sister and go to Nye's and drink, mostly Manhattans and a couple Old Fashioneds and 2 tequila shots. Brandon picked up the tab and copped a feel and I went home. Too drunk to post, I peed and jumped into bed with my girl.
So this is my pathetic, too-late post about east coast rappers.
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| jenni |
the toilet paper dispenser in one of the stalls in the bathroom outside heather's office has been modified to read:
press down for new rolex
that's all i can say about east coast rappers.
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