Had a crazy dream last night. Dreamt that Saddam was bombin’ us in Washington and everybody was shook except for my Pops. People were frantic because they were told that Saddam didn’t have any missle that could reach us. I was saying that is was the US trying to scare people. Peep, the wild part was that the bombing took place on Father’s Day. So it was a strike on the US, but a big fuck you to George Bush Sr.!

Anyways, went to Mango’s last night. The smallest turnout I’d seen in months, but still a nice audience. Olu ripped her feature last night; Jarius set it off. Saw a couple phat booties… Trying to figure out what I’m going to do for tonight’s joint, the Earthworm Project release party. Just found out the details when I saw Krayola outside of Mangos. Actually got a chance to get a CD off of him, I only had one track :o(, but it’s all good. Glad to have been a part of the experience. I think I might read some shit that I’ve written within the last week or so. We’ll see…
I’ll write more later…