Why can’t some people stay out of the media? Names like OJ Simpson and Rodney King come to mind. Even though MC Hammer’s latest stunt isn’t as ridiculous as the last media entries for those two, I’m still not into it.
It seems that your man Hammer is starting a tech company. When the headline reads, “MC Hammer’s next act: Tech entrepreneur,” chances are nobody is taking him seriously.
Really Hammer? A tech company. What does he know about technology? Well, it turns out he’s riding the YouTube thing and co-created a Web site for sharing and watching music videos. It’s not that the idea is horrible, but HOW is this different from YouTube. The name DanceJam isn’t grabbing me either.
However, I bit. I went to the site and immediately dived off when something invited me to “get my groove on.” The diamonds floating around on the side of the page also made me sick. Maybe this is for you, but it sho nuff isn’t for me. I’m sticking with 2008.
I’m going to go out on a limb and say that the holiday season is to blame for making my already gruesome commute home twice as hectic. So after an extra long day at work i barely squeeze into a tiny space on a border-crossing like PACKED Queens bound F train.
This train is HOT as hell, steaming even. People are packed neck to neck, shoulder to shoulder would be an understatement. With me barely making it on the train I’m stuck by the door next to a little older looking woman. Now, no one is speaking yet my nostrils suffered a swift attack by THE most horrid smell. I looked around to see what was dying or who brought a dead animal in their purse but my efforts were futile.
After about 45 seconds of suffering i finally figured out what was causing me this pain. The little older lady who was RIGHT beside apparently had a very long day, and was wearing it on her breath. Apparently this woman’s TART breath was being redirected from what had to be her nostrils, off the glass, into my area.
You NEVER want your breath to smell so bad your body pours it through your nostrils.
I saw THE MOST DISTURBING shit today–a real life crackhead…in the wild. By real life crackhead i mean i saw a man shivering on a very warm 7 train with his crack-partner sitting opposite him offering only a cold stare.
How did i know he was a crackhead ? Well if his “crack-shimmy” wasnt convincing enough, the act of him annoyingly trying to force his crack-pal off the train with one hand for three consecutive stops had me sold.
So then i began to ponder WHY is this man in such a hurry to get off the train (i thought crackheads enjoyed the safe haven of the subway). My answer came immediately! The man stands up (barely) and tries one last time to get his crack-pal off the train. By doing so he exposed his wrist which was bleeding profusely! I mean BLOOD was all over this mans sleeve. I couldnt believe it. Just to check if i was the only one seeing this i turned around only to see the other passengers in the same state of disbelief.
He evnetually gave up and left his crack-pal on the train and stumbled off at the next stop. It felt like i was in a deleted scene from American Gangster. I hope none of you have to go through that, ever.