its just after two and here i sit on computer #02 in the new york public library. we shall not go into why i’m not writing this from MY OWN FUCKING COMPUTER (which is sitting on the floor in so-and-so’s friend’s living room, unplugged. helping nobody) at least not right now. THAT saga is a blog series in itself. every week my love for the never-ending free…ness that is the public library system grows a little more…kind of like the circumference of diddy’s well-worn boogina. aside from the fact that some of the people here smell like goatsex and homelessness, the new york and brooklyn libraries have supplied me with several great FREE dvd’s within the past few weeks:
malcom x (the only-est 8 hour movie i’ll EVER watch repeatedly).
a huey p newton story (an amazing one-man show written by and featuring everybody’s favorite high yeller negro Robert Guenveur Smith)
it tells the story and inner thoughts of black panther founder, huey p newton. very insightful. pretty effing amazing.
malcolm x: death of a prophet
pretty good. from the 70’s (i think). features morgan freeman. the budget was somewhere around $5.34. obviously. informative though. this was clearly before morgan ran out of good scripts and started playing the same character in every movie (like sammy jackson and laurence fishburne). just another look into the life of malcolm, the current object of my fascination.
new york city ballet workout.
because i haven’t danced in 32 years and need to get right again. this dvd is pretty damn intense. more intense than sex. while on viagra and coke….from what i hear….
…you get the point. thousands of free movies, videos, and books…mine for the borrowing. i heard that the branches in harlem and the bronx loan out hoodrats on two-for-one deals on friday afternoons. gonnoherpamydia is free. and thanks to my beloved dvd burner and unused stack of blank DVD’s, my collection grows by the week. hooray for public libraries.
random: old people who curse more than i do make me smile. they bring joy to my life in ways only zebra cakes are able to do. at this exact moment this prehistoric broad who apparently proofread the declaration of independence is beside me on the computer, attempting to log into her gmail account, but cant remember her password. after a few tries she tells la’shaniquanetta (my assumed name for the token black library employee) the computer must be broken…and proceeds to lay her completely out…because she can’t remember her password. she called her a “Nog.” i don’t know what it means, but i’m PRETTY sure it’s racist. who doesn’t love a racist, forgetful, unapolagetic old witch? la’shaniquanetta walked away. i squeezed my buttcheeks to avoid shitting my pants. i love this shit.
anywho, i am off to walk these mean ass psycho-filled streets of new yawk with a new friend. a supercool, dope ass individual who also uprooted from down south and followed the north star to freedom in new york. good times ahead, i’m sure.
in celebration of my survival through yet another insane week…i think i’ll go throw pennies at a few pigeons. sounds like fun to me.
love. peace. cavity searches.
have a good one.