Wild shit from last week: Yo man, why was I typing at work and I noticed something moving on the key board. A FUCKING WORM, crawled out of me keyboard, man!!!! That little bastard was trying to crawl up on the ‘K’ key. I squished his little ass.

Okay, anyways, I went to the SLAM finals last night, and brought my big brother-in-law with me. He was new to slamming, so I was kinda overly conscious of whether or not he was having a good time. That, and I wanted to make sure he was ready for shit he may not have seen before…like Granma Dave…wearing a dress, one the ladies really seemed to really dig by the way. That guy rocks. Or the fact one man may kiss another and may or may not be gay. Shit I'd seen a while back that would have bugged me the fuck out had I not been warned. I already knew who was going to win, and ironically, I only knew four of the eight competitors. Chris August, who could probably do the same pieces every year and place; Twain who sometimes does cause his shit is that thorough, and of course the homies Drew and Sonya.

Wasn’t worried about them because I had a dream that they both ripped it the night before, and my dreams have a way of fulfilling themselves. Technically though, I missed Drew in the dream, but the energy in the room was electric because he had just killed it, and then Sonya stepped up and murdered it! Funny thing is, most of the times I can’t remember the dream until after the event has actually happened. I’ve had dreams of meeting people fours years prior, and they’ll be wearing the same fucking outfit man. So, a lot of times I don’t even think about my dreams as being anything a lot of the time. In fact, because I don’t expressly remember what Sonya had on in the dream, and that feeling of, "This has happened somewhere before..." didn't come over me, that may have been a dream about St. Louis, not last night at finals. Hmmmmmm…

The joint was raw, but I knew the outcome, confidently told Drew and Sonya as much prior to the slam. Felt I had to tell Sonya because I had made at least five breast jokes in the five minutes of me talking with her…brothas like me are the reason she probably wrote “Thick”. Oh, the illness…! Sonya got two time penalties on two different pieces and still scored second highest, and had the highest single score of the night even after being assessed one of her penalties (what was a 29.7 became a 29.2). Sonya rocks…and so does Sonya and Sonya :o). Nationals are going to be raw! If money is right, I may have to roll.

“Just because I rock doesn’t mean I’m made of stone…your feelings for me are coming across like static on the old heart radio” Jim Carrey as Charlie Bailey-Gates~ Me, Myself & Irene