The Official Hog Blog
Friday, May 27, 2005
Remember the days when video games were just a series of green slashes that had to be moved from one side of the screen to the next?
Were we retarded for thinking this was fun? or maybe our imaginations were so great, each of these little green slashes were HUGE green slashes with real names like Joe Green, and The Fridge?
Monday, May 09, 2005
The man with the bunny approached me on the underground. I was minding my own business, staring off into the buzzing nothingness of the train's rocking forward motion and he came at me out of nowhere and to be honest it caught me off-guard.
"You don't know a thing," he said to me, jabbing his finger at me and waving his bunny around as if to shoo flies away, "You are monpolizing everything! These people, everyone is having conversations, and you just sit there assuming things."
"what am I assuming?"
"Exactly! what is it that you assume? Don't you expect no one to talk back to you if you can't accept that you are assuming things about me and about these people..."
He danced about between the seats pointing to the people on the train who wished as much as I did that he'd leave them alone. "You assume!"
"Have you seen my friend?" I wanted to get to the bottom of this. He'd mentioned P_____ the last time I ran into him, but his incoherent jabbering never makes much sense. With each run-in, I tried to gather more info.
"You assume! Stop assuming and maybe I can let you know about the government officials who have her tied up in their secret society. Tied up for the secret society. They have her... right now... oh my I would hate to be in her shoes...."
Friday, May 06, 2005
this is hip hop livin' loved ones.
weed. naywatcher.
Monday, May 02, 2005
That’s when I saw her. She was walking in through the out door. The saxophone man played the blues to her walking. It was the I got lost walking blues or something. Ooh, when I saw her the earth kinna sat still like when the elevator don’t work, and it aint broke, cuz it’s just a set of stairs all a sudden. I held my breath until it hurt and I had ta breathe but in gasps. There was a time when she could run miles around the teenagers in town, but after years of raisin’ hell and takin names her body had shut down. Come a time in all our lives when the body gon’ give up on us. Don’t matter who we is but the same ole dirt, and sooner or later our bodies start disintegrating back into that dirt, that beginnin’ makeup. Our bodies give up on us, and start thinking about the dust to dust scenario more than the love and lust scenarios that our younger bodies be inclined to bend towards.
Well, hers done gave up on her. The bones, say the specialists, are crumbling into each other, decomposing almost. So, every move she makes is painful. It’s like a bad case of arthritis. She can’t walk real fast and she uses a cane now. She’s got such a youthful spirit, I want to take her to bars and clubs, but she moves so slow it takes a half an hour to walk around the corner. On the plus side, she can bang homeless panhandlers with her cane to get them out of the way during this slow forward progression.
At ten in the morn, she pops a few pills the doctors prescribed her. I’m not sure what kinna meds doctor quinn slips her but the El train sounds groovy (her words) only after ten in the morning. Before that, that train makes her ornery.
Sunday, May 01, 2005
Advice for youngsters:
Never bring a huge burrito into your junior high school.
Also, don't put your cell phone into your pocket.
