Beware of My Crew

The combination of long hours, some heartbreak, getting older and lack of ass had me in a bitter depressed mood last week. You know those moments where nothing really makes sense. The job. The career. Your so-called social life. Are the hours worth the $$? What is the cause of the lack of ass? Is my game really that whack, or should I blame this gay city known as SF. Just trying to answer the question my boy Raul keeps asking me - “Are you happy?”

Usually I try not to complain too much to people, because I hate it when others complain @ how “whack” their lives are, but this time I could not help it. So I unleashed over email to my friends, and this is one response I got.

Note: Some sentences have been altered to hide identities.

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"yo... first things first. let's hang tonight. happy hour at swig for [j's] bday. poleng (old storyville) for [b's] bday. let's kick it man. and yeah, you totally should have just come to dolce last night. we had a good time. it was just the 4 of us for the most part (until i decided to start on hitting on semi-lame girls).

as for [the girl]...forget about it… and it wasn't gonna work for shit. unless you were gonna get in her pants (which you figured out pretty early on that you weren't), it wasn't gonna really be worth the time. she was cool to kick it with, but that's done now. but yeah, scrap the "friends" shit with the next girls you meet. no need for "new" friends, unless you know for sure they have a bunch of hot girlfriends.

so yeah...get determined one of these nights, and bring someone home to hook up with. just to get the monkey off your back. even a nasty girl man...who freakin cares. you kinda need to just do it. ask [a]...the girl who's number i got last night...she definitely was NOT a looker. but i said F it...who cares. tonight...we'll kick it...”

Honestly, this email got me out of my funk. I actually got another one similar to this from another one of my boys, RD, earlier in the summer regarding the same girl. Telling me that I could do better and of course throwing in the obligitory "fuck her, she is whack" comment.
Roommates and close friends offered similar advice. Even the white boys tried hard to make it so that I don’t get attached to her, and tried to get to chase after some easy white tail.

Anyhow, its nice to know that despite all the shit talking and clowning we throw at each other (trust me, the amount of fat jokes I get is legendary), when shit goes down and I need some real advice, they are all there in a heartbeat. These are my ngas.. These are my bros...There may not be hundreds of us, but they are loyal as shit and will throw down when shit goes down in a second and really what else matters? This my mother fucking crew.

As someone famous once said,"Somebody somewhere best beware of my crew."

Sidenote: This rant reminds me of Johnny Drama..VICTORY!!!!!! and especially the Vegas fight.