for anyone who cares, this note will be about Red, quite possibly one of the coolest men to ever grace the earth. (and getting tuned at 0′malleys with a bunch of sexy babes who i did not score with, stubbs is not included cuz he looked at me seductively)
Red: you were white, with a dark chocolate swirl. mixed up in the darkside that we like to call the dirthole of Detroit you memorized our orders in a timely fashion and recited them back to us in what i can only describe as a rap marathon, bustin out a lyrical salad full of fresh food and syrup.
you were jive talking and crip walking all up and down that aisle, assaulting our canadian ears with words we’d never heard, and then explained how you’d seen guys as big as houses eat 9 course meals.
i miss you, and those cornrows. stay ballin’.
forever yours, darryl ‘food monster’ ristich derek ’straight-edge’ fisher jon ’sweet rims’ rubinoff poppa bear coffey and brubbs’ drumstick.
oh, and last night’s party was filled with a whole lot of booze, babes, and dudes.
it was a good time, there were lots of jokes told, some dirty, some clean, most racist.
i didn’t condone any of the above, as i respect everyone equally, and would never hurt the feelings of someone unless that was my mission.
i need a beer.
ps. bad news, i was at the doctor today and i tested positive…
for being too awesome for your face. luckily for you, theres no cure!