#Bogie's and Stogies

[orphancookie69]

Now Traveling: Lake Havasu City, AZ

Was I just there? Maybe. Is there always a good reason to go back? Hell yeah. This time we skipped The Hot Air Balloons and skipped it for some cowboys, I mean rodeo.

Thursday:

If you are wondering when you should judge your leave by time, judge it by sunrise so the sun is at your back as you are driving to your destination. I use an app called Weatherbug to help me determine sunrise time. While we are talking about tech, another good app to have is Gas Buddy so that you can find a gas station wherever you are at (or going). We left about 7 AM, and the weather on the way was eerily pretty. We stopped at College Street Brewery for lunch for mac n cheese, pastrami, and good beer. We met with a window contractor, no trip is complete without some work right? We watched some movies on Amazon Prime. At Javelina's cantina we had nachos and margaritas.

Friday:

I brought breakfast for myself, to try and behave a little bit. I warmed up the dice for Farkle, I really need to have my own dice that I bring up because the bets for the game are up to $5 a person per game. We went back to College Street Brewery for lunch, this place is much easier to get in during the week. We stopped by Walmart for some supplies. Stopped by another glass company place. We have a list back at my grandma's house for local places to eat, and we decided to make one for the lake. Because we did that, we had a new place (for me at least) to go to-Bogie's and Stogies at The Refuge. Food was pretty good. We came back and played Farkle. Before bed, we got a few more movies in.

Saturday:

Today was the first day of the Delbert Days Rodeo in Lake Havasu! I got ready to go in my full cowboy attire. There was so much to do there! Good local food trucks, kids stuff, professional rodeo men and women. I was not prepared for how hot it was, and I got burnt pretty good. We had Angelina's Italian Kitchen for dinner, good as always. A movie and bed, it was a long day in that heat!

Sunday:

So the rodeo does go on for 2 days, but since Superbowl is so close-we thought it might be good to have an in house day to catch the games for the squares we do for the superbowl party. We set up lunch at Azul Agave. Our local friends showed us the progress on the custom home they are building, it is crazy how much construction is happening everywhere! We gassed up, can you believe it is under $3 a gallon out there? We did more farkle, watched some football. We ordered pizza from Red Baron Pizza and it was amazing as always. We started to get ready, got one more movie in, and headed to bed.

Monday:

We headed out around 6:30 AM, AZ time (which is an hour ahead of Cali), and made it home with two stops-one at a rest stop and Wendy's, by 10:15 AM. Pretty good timing. Frosty's are so much better on the road. The first day back is always a little rough for adjustment, but its usually better by the second day back.

Good trip, the timing could not have been better. Back to work and back to reality. There is a wash rag bunny at the condo that always caught my eye, and I think I might have figured out how to make it at home! Keep an eye out for that post, and when in havasu-have fun!

[yearningreachingfallling]

randoms: A Known Idiot

You idiot! You’ve done it once again, good fucking job. 

(Inner Self rolls eyes)

I saw the truth in the cherry of my joint.

It glowed at me; breathed at me, dared me to oppose it. 

Weed will do that. 

“Heartbreak” is a terrible name for it. 

Hearts don’t “break”. They bend, they dent, they bruise, sure. 

But they don’t break. 

That’s the magic of it all, the part that makes the asshole in you grin a twisted grin, the part that can appreciate a trap well laid

The magic part is that you will live through it. You will be alive, awake, aware, entirely fucking present through the whole ordeal. 

You will think about it, dream about it, daydream about it, write about it, ofc talk about it, masturbate to it, cry/whine/wince about it, on and on, the whole gamut. 

Raw deals don’t kill you, they just make you bitter. Or enlightened. Probably bitter. 

Hearts, also, drop. 

That feeling when you see the girl/boy/they/person you have feelings for in the bar sharing her truths to the boy/girl/they/muthafucka who isn’t you is rather unique. 

I’ve never had a ‘heartache’ in my life; I get a feeling like I have to take a shit. I’ve deduced that this is because in times of such peril, my heart drops down to my ass, pushing everything else down with it. 

Pure science. 

Your eyes, interestingly enough, also become magnets. No matter how badly you’ll try not to look at your them, you will. 

You’ll see them happy, you’ll see her laughing, talking, engaging in a way that with you will never be. Simple math. 

It’s especially hard to work under these conditions. 

I made it through my shift, trying to balance well timed eye line aversion and the goal to not make the scenario too awkward, smiling with the same eyes and chirping,  

“Would you care for a Corona?”

then running the fuck away. Being petty is an art. 

I freestyled to myself over the muffled beats on the bar’s stereo system, spitting broken bars of jealousy and retribution via capitalism. Issa Rae really has the culture nailed on this point; hip hop can be therapeutic. 

When I clocked out I paid her tab on the sly, one last awkward gesture, just for the fuck of it. Male pride-saving; Pathetic, I am fully aware. 

I went home and vented; I argued with myself, with her, with myself. I imagined scenarios where “we” talked, and “she” listened, and eventually came around, once she recognized the depth of my “love”. 

It’s amazing how You can soothe Yourself by convincing You that You have the upper hand in a conflict that You are solely participating in and are aware of. 

Weed was the solution.

My joints are Cuban related; this is not a boast, this is an assessment. 

Bogie would be proud to smoke my stogie, is what I’m sayin. 

I stoner Flex for a reason; the quality construction of the joint allows me to take better, deeper tokes, and with these, I sink lower into subconsciousness, no shit. 

I can relax and assess myself; I can see all the facets clearer than usual and it helps. The democracy of my mind commences the meeting, and we decide the way forward, while deciding what we ought leave behind. 

Right now, in this session of the Personal Congress, my Brain is going apeshit. 

It has taken the floor and has nearly committed itself to a coup, all the while yelling it’s (lungs? ass?) off, bringing to mind Tommy Lee Jones in that brilliant movie about Daniel Day-Lewis’ personal life. 

Congress of Dom Session 892347402

MEETING TRANSCRIPT

BRAIN: My fellow organs, are we actually going to go through this shit, once again? Are you, as responsible organs and loyal patrons of the Republic of Dom, really willing to sit by, once again, as the Heart -a known idiot- 

GENERAL CONGRESS: Hear, hear!

HEART: Slander!

BRAIN: Shut up, Heart! It’s a wonder you haven’t seized on yourself; you pump out more flatulence than blood, you lily-livered toy poodle!

(APPLAUSE AND LAUGHTER)

BRAIN: Good organs of the body, I beg you all to answer this single question of mine: How much longer? How much longer will to allow the Heart, in his clumsy, impulsive state, to depress the morale of the larger body. Because of the Heart’s rationale, this man lays in bed half days at a time, causing factions from the Hip Guild to the Sisterhood of the Ankle to complain of rusty conditions from lack of movement. My office is being unduly flooded with requests 24/7 to rewind the same idiotic scenarios over and over again, with the expectation that some new conclusion be found! Wake the fuck up, you idiot box! Let it go! The Heart’s grip on reality is like that of a 500 lb suicidal mountain climber; the struggle is already over, let it the fuck go. Besides, this body can not afford to take in anymore depression binges, it’s not in the budget! Let us not forget that diabetes runs in the family...

I can be really hard on myself sometimes. 

I float back to Earth like a light leaf. Yeah I get it. Let it go. Got it. Good, thanks. 

The connection I needed just wasn’t there, how could I be mad? I saw Titanic at the right age (8) for that shit to have an indelible impression on me. I need affection, lots of it.

I need “Me and My Bitch” irrationality. Biggie declared he was, indeed, so very attracted to his partner, that he’d blow her father. That’s my kind of crazy. The partner, in turn, would scrub his toothbrush in the toilet bowl when she suspected him of cheating. The woman in the center of my eye, this lovely woman, would never do that, even though that’s what I needed. 

(Ok, maybe not, but passion is my desire! Don’t fuck with my toothbrush tho)

I inhale, exhale, repeat. In the background, Paul Newman sits next to a headless parking meter, smiling drunkenly up at fate. 

Bottom fuckin’ line: I’m 28, how much longer can I waste time on fruitless disappointments I have no right to in the first place?

Grow up and take it to Tumblr.

hx

[tabletoppotluck]

Los Angeles. A city of dreams, and of nightmares. Celluloid and gunsmoke, angels and monsters. This week, Tabletop Potluck delves into the world of film noir, where nobody is who they appear to be. And nothing is what you expect.

No really, this is nothing like you expect, because we're playing Fiasco!

[brakoff]

life is a stogie so dont be bogie 

[affairesasuivre]

Black & Brown / Black Milk Featuring Danny Brown Produced By Black Milk (2011)

[Verse 1: Black Milk] A-yo; Long awaited, Debated But fuck it here we are brah Here to save the game just like a memory card Memory loss to Cali dro To Amsterdam, out on the patio Rockin like a Beatle I should record up in Abbey Road Bet he flow, there he go talkin that Hoodrich, money talk, hoodrich, Black male With music that's always in the hood like crack sales Or out in the burbs like E pills He feels niggas can't fuck with him Shows, plenty fans round the globe screamin out y'all niggas can't fuck with him (Yep yep) Hit 'em with that new shit Hittin off a new chick That want me in her mouth like a toothpick Who flips better heat? See this shit's timeless While ya'll niggas got bad timing like teen pregnancies Better be, better see, we coming with better heat [Verse 2: Danny Brown] Sittin on some Kobe's, smoking on a stogie Bangin Noreaga, when I'm done I light the bogie (what, what) 40 on the floor mat a leave ya holey moley Banana in her tailpipe, I'll make her Axel Foley Eatin on pierogies, goose mixed with Sobe Smokin on a OZ, pimpin like a O.G If you never knew me, then you probably never know me Blade on me homey mask on like Shinobi Ball so hard, got a MVP trophy Smoke so much kush I forget the hoes that blow me Thick white bitch slurp a nigga like Kirby Hoes on a nigga and they all look thirsty Say they 19 and they all look 30 Everyday clean y'all always dirty Chronic coming in same bag as a turkey Dark color purple and its tasting like Hershey

[nameslife]

"Breathe easy." N-A-M-E-S You're just complicating my life. You're just buildin' a hill up... More and more and "Morris" the number that Phillip 'll kill up as we develop his till up...'til our register's short... I told him I ain't want a whole one. I said, "just a short"... A "cut"... I gotta cut it out 'fore I'm dead. Just abort... like miscarriages. Nothin' "New". All I get is a "Port"... I just wanna look "Kool" down by the *"Mall" in my *"Borough"... You be callin' me lame. I thought you was callin' me thorough. All you say is "Good buy!" I'm never receiving a "Hello"... Lungs impeded, gums receeded, teeth a deepening yellow... Soon as you get "Lucky", you "Strike" like a snake in a pit... I think of you when I drink and when I'm takin' a sh*t. On my mind when I'm rhymin' grindin' at makin' a hit. Even that "half" that I have in the ashtray could get lit...But I'm killing myself. A hired assassin wiring cash in installments meaning I'm basically billing myself. Commercial shoots target youth, who pullin the trigger back tho? Who takes a pull each time we take a pull of "Big Tobacco". I'm "running back". You're in my pocket. You're too big to tackle. Slavery no thank you these ankles and wrists too big to shackle... I joined the resistance. I wrote this to piss the bosses in offices off and annoy the assistants. You've peddled poison consistently. We applaud the persistence... with a standing ovation...What a pain. What a shame. Its "plane" you'll eventually bring me down like a landing location , You expanding locatjons like the stance of a dancer... Pitchin' bottles o' bodily harm and cans o' the cancer. You gota give the "butt " the boot man it can't be handled by san- dals. So kick the habit before you get kicked and trampled by "Camels". #coldturkey #hiphop #cigarrettes #squares #bogies #bigarrettes #cowboykillers #bones #loosies #stogies #stogs #cancersticks #cancer #surgeon #generals #warning #nyc #controversy #wtf #😤 #nameslife #artistoftheyear #artistdevelopment #nyc #rhyme #rap #RT #indie #hiphop http://bit.ly/2kpf5g2