a long time ago I was watching “House”. you know how they start off the average episode with a quick scenario that transitions into a commercial, then leaving you with a strong hook?
well, this episode consisted of a pig high off of something.
this cop attempted to arrest a man while he was high. but he was so distracted that the 5o fell to the floor. the suspect got away.
the doctors assumed that because of his cloudy lungs, the problem was simply marijuana. but wait… that does not make sense. ganja is magical; the substance was not enough to explain his bloody coughing.
so the black doctor went to the copper’s pad and found a disgusting, foul smelling, apartment. this pig could not–I repeat, could not–clean up after himself. after further investigation, this copper was so dirty and unsanitary that he poisoned himself with his lack of cleaning!
if you saw how my bathroom was just a few hours ago, I rightfully claim that it was a bathroom scene straight out of this episode.
i felt like a guerrilla warfare soldier straight from WWII, because I equipped myself with a bandanna, shorts, and a shirt wrapped around my face. once i got pumped from Phoenix’s new album playing from my laptop a few feet away from the bathroom, I cleaned that mother fcuker like there was no tomorrow.
mom, you should be proud of me. next time i’ll take a before and after picture.
after that I cleaned all of my roommate’s empty Smirnoff bottles from the living room.
I enjoyed every minute of it, because it was a perfect medium for my frustration in finding a place to stay at for August 2009, my concern of a best friend’s opinion about me, and because I have been freestyling all day so I needed to resort to cleaning.
go house.
happy easter
