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Thursday, February 26, 2009

Frontline Vol 2: Just cause it's nothin don't mean nothin

This is a repost from nov 25 2008. Normally, I would edit and add some changes or something to that effect, but it is still just as good.

Enjoy

So, I went out last night. It was 35 cent wings at the mansion and my friends were already there, it was an otherwise good time. Then the sociologist that I use to explain and sometimes create devious schemes popped out and good part of my night was watching a bad situation unfold. Here we go people. And I am talking to the guys here

YOU SHOULD BE THE LAST PERSON TO TAKE A BODY SHOT OFF OF YOUR GIRL.

Seriously, last night there were several different contest happening at the same time in real time and the above perspective gave me a better understanding of the whole thing, kinda like when you look at atlanta from a plane or a town from the top of a mountain.

Now the first contest was the normal ones you see at any bar, women attempting to show how desirable they are, these are normally done through dancing with each other, wearing provocative clothes, dancing on bars, etc. Today's event was the body shot. There was the one girl, nice body, but it wasn't what it was 3 years ago. But she has a punchers chance at being "the hot chick". So anyway she and her friends are having body shots with the bouncer, then the bartender, then each other, then other chicks.

Then one participant outside of the core group became a competitor. At this point the game was over, she has already won the title of "Totally Awesome bar skank" congrats, but that doesn't mean the game is over. See even though the new girl is a day late and a dollar short, she was still going to wait to have a body shot done off of her and gracious as any first place winner in any sport, she took one off of the runner up.

After the winner took her tribute the girls boy(friend) took one off of her too. Now the fun part happens. This other guy is trying really hard to have a body shot off of the runner up and the boyfriend from my angle of view did not appear to want that.

I'm just saying, if your girl is on the bar, waiting to have a shot taken off of here, and your behavior is anything other than "Shit man have at it", then you are going to have a problem. So this discussion appears to ensue between all parties involved. I couldn't hear only see, but this line came to mind so I want everyone to reflect on this. Matter of fact, relive the greatness which is Pulp Fiction



"... I mean you saying that a foot massage don't mean nothin, but I'm saying it does. I have given a million ladies a million foot massages and they all meant something, but we act like they don't but they do, and that is what is so cool about them..."(pulp fiction)

Can you dig that.

So now the second place runner up becomes the prize for the new competition. Now as we watch as this unfolds the girl comes down off the bar and as the conversation continues the boyfriend leaves the scene for some reason or another. This is what happens.

Not even 3 minutes pass and the other guy has the girl back on the bar and body shots were ordered. As the boyfriend emerged from the bathroom I believe he was in slight disarray, I mean he has been disrespected at this point, but from who. The girlfriend or the other guy? Well the other guy bought him a shot to drink while he took one off of his girl, so the answer's HER!!!!!

Guys don't get mad at their women about what they do with other men. They get mad at the men. That is just a fact and the subject of a different blog all together, but the boyfriend left the scene again and this time the boyfriend left the scene again. I was joined by a colleague of mine who added the information that the guy(not the boyfriend)has previous experience with the girl in question. So instead of the game called, don't rub your lips on my girl. It became the game of

"IS THIS YO GIRL!!!!!"Now what is interesting is that the girl went on to be further separated from her boy, by his own device. The boyfriend did the whole, I am just going to make you my friend move and started with another shot and conversation to keep this guy from his girl. Brilliant!

Now as we watched the two men actively participate in this game, I knew that it could seriously pop off at any moment. Booze is in the blood and manhood is on the line, and anything can turn into the catalyst that sets off the powder keg that has been brewing since the body shots.

At this point my friend and I got closer to the action, I love watching people fight, but I needed to get a closer look and low and behold, the other guy went on about how if that dude looks at him wrong again he is going to punch him in his shit. My colleague then went on to tell me that this person is a real can/will do kind of guy and that if it goes down it is going to be nasty.

Well as the night progressed to the end of the evening and I think everyone lost.

The boyfriend was accused of being a drunk ass and so he didn't get laidThe other guy didn't fare any better and I believe he didn't even get an updated phone number

Well she...Hell I think she blames herself.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Frontline Vol: 1.1: Culture shock therapy

First I want to say that this is actually a revised version of a blog written several months ago when I first got back to the states. Anyway, here you go

What do you know; I made it back to the states. Re-integration into American society starts at the airport.

FACT.

No really, I thought my head was going to explode due to the sudden rush of the ability to understand EVERY SINGLE WORD spoken by EVERY SINGLE PERSON. Now I have only been home a week and to be honest, people don't have much to say.

Well that is true, just not accurate, people have plenty to say, about themselves, other people, etc, but most of it is generally for their own benefit. Actions on the other hand will always be what either corroborates what your mouth says or becomes states evidence against it.

That’s what is real, I got back from korea and my friend nigel came and scooped me up from the marta station no problem. Not to mention some other things that Nigel has rode shotgun with me on. See, ACTIONS. Sure I should have called before I left, gave people my information and all that stuff that makes it easier for people to prepare for my return. Honestly, I wanted none of that. I didn’t want to be surrounded by a bunch of people, I didn’t want a party, I didn’t want fifty-leven people at the airport. I was so torn from being happy that I am home and being torn from my home I wasn’t in an emotional position to deal with everyone’s emotions, I wanted one thing

I wanted waffle house, seriously! One year, six months, 4 days and 18 hours later, the only thing I wanted was a waffle and a bacon, egg, and cheese sandwich. Oh Sweet Jesus, that meal at the waffle house would go on my top list of meals in no particular order that are the most memorable.

A few days later, I found myself on my big brother Jay’s couch. I don’t think I could ever repay the kindness that he and his wife Felicity have shown me over the last 10 years. I have been holding it down basically since I touched down because I didn’t have a job waiting on me when I got back. I force myself to not get comfortable and I make it my business to look for a job that can get me off of their couch.

Jay says, “don’t worry about it, stay as long as you want”.

See both he and Nigel’s actions corroborate the feelings of their hearts. See these men as well as the women that they hold close to them, and others in my social circle are on that frontline every day. Their actions validate their words and not the other way around. Hence the name of this series of blogs is all about the actions of people. Everything, under the title of frontline is all real filtered slightly to be read by the people from me. So sit back and enjoy FRONTLINE: Observations of an Expat…That’s BACK!