... uneventful

I stand there waiting patiently for the doors to slide open... an anxious mob behind me... a larger crowd facing through the fingerprint laden windows, plottin and scheming how to get a seat... *ding* ... First off the blocks as usual... I dart for the escalators.. shifting and dodging... following blocks and leaping those overwhelmed by the relentlessness of the morning crowd. Double time up the escalators... KEEP IT MOVIN ON THE LEFT!! It irks me so when people stand on the left side of the escalators... If you are going to take the Metro please learn the metro-quette ... Performing at the top of the escalators today... the saxaphone dude with the locs... he's good, but he doesn't get the day started like the asian monks on their funky mini harpiscord thing-a-majigs....

I step out onto K st and quickly assess the situation. I decide route '2-c' will be most efficient... making great time today... Should get in to the office quite early for once...  I pass by the picket line... almost all of them mfs are sittin down shooting the breeze and what not...  smh... and they got the nerve to be striking... I wouldn't give their asses a raise either!!.... It's only like 4 of them actually  in the line the rest are sitting around relaxing.. and the ones in the line are all spread out and shit trying to make it look like its alot of them marching around in a circle... Seems its become a hang out spot and what not!

I realize that I should switch to route '2-a' since they are crowding the sidewalk... but shiiiiiiiiit, SHE's going that way... Hell I'm already late :-\ ....  let me enjoy my stroll... Even the picket line pauses as she walks by... picket signs and jaws hittin the ground.... Ass so phat that you can see it from the front!! but I make sure to ease my pace to keep my view from the back. A hint of flesh showing on the small of her back... revealing a seductive tattoo... like a niggrem needs any more persuasion... I wonder if shes going to camelot? get that money girl... Vive La Strippers....


Before long I notice that subconciously, my head has started swayin back and forth in unsion with the switch of her hips... hypnotizin... I'm all the way down on 24th st before I snap out of it... what is it about asses that make men act the way we do?? These "top of the legs" ... these "shit boxes" ... these "trunks full of junk"?  ..... My man Troy (who definitely warrants his own blog entry) doesn't care about anything else... She could be 325, pale, corny, with 3 teeth... but if she has a fat ass, he's gonna holla at her. I need to hang out with him more often .

I stop and watch as she fades off into the crowd... Hate to see you go... but love to watch u leave! She's 3 blocks away now and her ass still looks good...

I start my stroll back up to 19th street, feeling at peace.. so I look up to God, and thank him for the eye candy he blessed me with on this uneventful trip from the metro.

the picket line

So for the last month or so on the corner of k and 17th, there's been a picket line steadily growing... Im not sure what they are picking... or striking against... I know they want higher wages... but I forget the company.

Anyway... each morning when I walk by... well first of all they rude cuz like I said it keeps growing and mfs gotta get past them to get to work... And if ur from DC you know how packed and crowded downtown is weekday mornings. But besides that... everyday I walk by, it seems like each and everyone stares at me as if to say "come join us", or looking at me like I'm selling out... and it ain't even my company.

Now I know there is definitely strength in numbers... but in the immortal words of Flavor Flav... I can't do nothin for ya man... (yeah Bzr.. guess it is an underlying theme).

So each day I always come up with what I "would" say if any of them approached me... here are some of my favorites...

1. I would man... but I gotta get to work.

2. How much do I get paid for walkin in this line holding this sign?

3. Hahaaaaaaaaaaaaa... .............. oh u were serious??

4. Yall betta stop playin before them mexicans come steal all yall jobs

I hope it all works out well for them.

On my way from the Metro...a new series

A lot of mornings when I get off the train and I'm walking to my office, so much craziness is going on in downtown DC that I have to just stop look and laugh.... And though alot of it may not be as crazy as it seems to me, my mind has a way of running with scenarios. Anyway, I've decided to start a new series sharing these experiences.

So, I was on the corner of K and 18th waiting for the light to change... tricky light here... confusing for those who aren't used to it. Anyway, I'm waiting at the light when I see an old lady with legs so frail they look as though they are about to break with each step. For some reason she decides that shes tired of waiting for the light and starts across the street...??? I guess she figures she walks so slow that she needs to get a head start before the light changes... Thing is, there is a car coming.... fast... trying to beat the light ... headed directly for her.

We've all seen the movies and news reports of the heroes diving and tackling people saving them from harm, sacrificing their own safety for the well being of their bretheren and sistren. They always say things like they didn't think, they just reacted... "What else could I've done" they proclaim.

So there I was... thrust into that exact situation... And sure enough... no time to think... as I began to react... .................

"YOOOOOOO!!!!" "LADY! LOOK OUT" I yelled from the curb... :-

Sorry... thats all I got... guess I ain't no hero. Hell she was old anyway she done lived her life, I gotta live mine.

Luckily the car was able to swerve out the way... barely missing her, as everyone stood stunned by what almost occured... everyone that is, except for the old lady who seemed oblivious to the whole thing, steadily inching across the street. ... maaaaaaan... crazy ass DC.