T Diddy :: Your Friendly Black Dentist

Yesterday, I took a 2.5 hour bus ride to Madrid with 4 new friends, I have met at Don Quijote, my Spanish School. The plan was simple and it was air tight - hit up a 7 story club called "Capital", close it down at 8 AM, grab some Chocolate con Churros, and catch the 11 AM bus back home. The journey began at 5 PM as the bus departed la estacion del autobus en Salamanca. We arrived in Madrid at 7:30 and immediately caught the Metro to Puerto del Sol, which is the middle of the city. To my surprise, I received a phone call from my mother. She always calls at the right time. I love speaking with her when I am in new cities or places of the world. I feel like I am sharing the experienec with her and she seems to share the experience of the city through the vibrations of my Barry White type voice (don't hate people). I talked to her about 15 minutes as I observed the diverse people, a failed attempt of a pick pocket, and gazing at all the woman garment of an expensive department store (the lady friends who I was with wanted "to shop"). After hanging up with my mom, I thank God my boy Alex was along because I could not take looking at panties, bras, shoes, etc. all by myself. After apreciating the art of shopping, we all grabbed a bite to eat, met up with 2 fools from the US and their 2 lady friends from Brasil. It was now 12 AM, and mission had only began. It was still to early, to hit up Capital, so we decided to go to a bar until 2 to drink a bit. You all know, a little pre-party.

It is 2 AM and real party was about begin. Well, little did I know that NYC had clubs in Madrid. I had to pay 12 Euros to get in, which included drinks. Yeah, I know this is cheap for clubs in the US, but I am now used to going to clubs for free in Salamanca. What the hell is the 12 Euro mess? Needless to say, I pay and I am ready to let loose. To make the story shorter, I could not let loose becuase the great 7 story club only had 2 floors open. Of course the second floor was a balcone overlooking the first floor. The club had nice decor and a NYC loundgy vibe. It reminded me of NYC. The $10 drinks also reminded me of NYC. After realizing the prices, the original 5 of us decided to buy a bottle vodka and table for 125 Euros. That equates to only 25 Euros each. You better believe I had more than 2 drinks from that bottle because I had to get my money's worth. I really did not dance this night because I they played was trance. Plus, I do not you think you can dance to that stuff unless you are on E. Since I do not do E, I chilled on the sofa with my T-Diddy shades on and a vodka redbull in hand while soaking in the night. I would have made 'lil T proud of my ability to still chill.

Capital closed early at 6:30 am. Probably because it was Wednesday night and it was not really crowded. I was tired as hell and tengo much hambre. We all went to the cafe red-eyed to get our chocolate and churros. We also made the excutive decision to get on a earlier bus back to Salamanca. We caught the a 8:30 bus back to Salamanca to complete our "Party in Madrid like P-Diddy and Da Family" mission. Now I sit here at 6:30 the same day, still red-eyed, dazed and confuzed.

PS If there gramatical or spelling errors in this Blog, I do not care. I am too tired to reread this damn thing.

I had another great thought yesterday about what I can do with my life. I have thought about what I am about to write before, but it really made sense after I was talking with Eric, a cat from Ohio, while walking down the streets of Madrid looking for Kapital. I learned that Eric graduated Med School and is about to began his residency. Anyway, I told him that I thought about being an Orthodontist. When I really think about it, it makes sense.


Pros: I can talk with many people each day, I add value(a consultant buzz phrase) to each of my patients lives by giving them a great smile, no office politics if I do not want it, I can play Jazz in my office because it is mine, I can set my own hours, I am my own boss, I can attend all of my children's ball games and recitals, I am good with people, I will have experienced 2 occassion with braces - young and old, I will experience orthodontic surgery, and very low stress.

Cons: I have to attend dental school for 3-4 years, but first I have to take a year to statisfy my science prereqs (chem and biology) at a community college, another year or 2 of residency, accumlate large debt from school, pay off the debt, build my practice from scratch, probably have to move from NYC to attend school, be broke as a joke for at least another 8 years, and get no woman because I am still in school.


As you can see, the cons do not outweigh the pros. This is only my first attempt to analyze this vocation to determine if this is the right path for me. Right now it sounds great because I love to help people and I like talking with them. I also think that I am good with people. At least I think so, but maybe not. I am somewhat excited about the posibility of this option. When I return to NYC, I have to do more research on the internet and interview my current orthodonist. I can even talk with my college friend Shannon Hilgers, who now live in Boston, about her experiences with school and the practice. The pieces are there for me to put together. Now all I have to do is see what kind of picture it makes. Watch out ya, I may be the first black orthodonist you know.

Today was a day where I almost decided to eat meat again. This is after a night where did not return to my bed until 6:30 this morning. A night where I wanted to shoot myself because every venue I went to last night was playing Justin Timberlake and "It's Raining Men, Hallelulah!" Justin is terrible. He cannot sing. He mumbles trying to sound like Michael Jackson behind some weak Michael Jackson beats. There is only one dude I know that told that the CD is good. I will not mention the name because, I know he is not proud of the fact that he likes the white MJ. I should have slapped you when I had the chance. Any, I woke up at 2:30 this afternoon clearly tired and shaken from the constant abuse my ears took last night. I wandered to La Calle de Van Dick to treat myself to some cheap good tapas. I went Calle de Van Dick for tapas before and I did not want to eat at the same café. Hence, I dared to be different and wandered into La Parilla, which reminded me de un Burrito Grande con pollo parilla de El Farrito en San Francisco (oh man, that sounds so good right now). I walk in to the smell of great smelling kabobs. The grill is sizzling with from the juicy juice bubbling, the meat browning, and the herbs creating the aroma I have come to love over my years. I all set to dig my teeth into a nice spicy juicy piece of pollo when pregunté, "¿Tiene pollo?". El camarero contestó, "No! Hay solo cerdo y tenera!" Man, I was depressed. So, I went to 3 other cafes and not to my surprise they all had the grill going. At this point, I was sweating from deprivation, my legs were shakeing, and my arms were flinching. I wanted some meat off the grill. In my quest to dare to be different, I failed. I did not give in to the temptation. Instead I returned to the café I went to before to settle for Potatas Anilles (sp), Mejillones, y pulpo frito (potato salad, mussels, and fried octopus). These are the times when I wish I ate beef and pork.

I have finally found the frog in Salamanca. Finding the frog is a Salamanca tradition that needs to done by everybody that steps foot in this town. So, if you come to Salamanca, hopefully it will take you less than 5 weeks to find.

I am sick and tired of these young farts coming to class in the morning slowing down my progress. These little kids, go out and party every single night until the wee hours in the morning, come to class tired and without doing their homework. They then ask stupid questions because they don't get something that was covered 1 week ago. I did not pay G's upon G's to go to school to see you teary, red, sleepy eyed people slow me down. If you want to party, party, but don't slow me down. Okay, enough! I was thinking of the top 10 things I miss about home besides family and friends. Here we go.

TOP 10 Things I Miss About Home
10. Central Park in Spring - There are not too many places in the world where you can enjoy the beautiful Springtime weather, watching fools play soccer, crazy people rollerblade to music, and chill on the grass looking at the ladies prance by in their skirts.

9. Talking Shit to my roommate - I love pressing the buttons of people I know. I love to know the point at which they break. I can break my roomate down with ease and it is so fun to see him strike his lawyer pose as he spits back.

8. My Couch - I only miss this because, I cannot chill on the couch of my host family. It is really difficult to beat a day chilling on it watching the Kings vs. Lakers or a Saturday Night DVD.

7. Friday Night Happy Hours - I have never experienced, nor will I, better happy hours as there are in NYC. La Gente, the specials, and the venues cannot be beat. With the new smoke law, I can imagine it is better now. Not to mention, there is something to be said when you go to a happy hour all sweaty after a run in central park. Can you say, "En Feugo!"

6. Blondies - The best Wings on the face of this earth! Enough said.

5. Harlem - Oh the comforts of being in a neighborhood where everybody looks like you. Nobody cares who you are or what you do. Nobody stares and says, "Damn that black man looks intimidating and, Wow! what a sinister laugh!" Plus, my people have soul. Viva Harlem!

4. Late Night Pizza - If I still lived in Cali, this would be Burritos con pollo parilla and in the #2 slot. However, I live in NYC and pizza after a night out is like an orgasim. On Second thought, I take that back.

3. Watching Sports - I am missing probably the best NBA playoffs since the mid 80's. Additionally, I will miss at least 8 NFL games, the entire baseball season. I do not return until the beginning of the next NBA season. That kind of sucks because I want to talk mess while wearing my Shaq jersey to my roomate when the Lakers win their 4th championship.

2. Jakes ('da Spot) - If you been, then you know the magic and power of this place. Very unassuming, it will take the very best of you without you expecting it. If you have not been. You have to go to exeperience the power.

1. My Bed - This should be #1 on anybody list. My body is yearning for my bed as it sings, "My Body's callin' for You" (R. Kelly has nothing on this). My current bed is 2 feet too short, which causes my back pain because I am rolled up like a Rollie-Pollie. It will be so nice to beable to roll one full turn in my lovely Cali-King bed.

Many of my friends tell me all the time that I am one big MF. I really do not believe them because I think of myself as a normal sized guy who could not hurt a fly, unless you really piss me off (that is why only one or two people that I have come across have seen me angry). I think I should begin to believe them because there is not a day that goes by that I hit the door frame with my shoulder as I walk through the door or I hit chairs with my butt as I walk down the aisle. I really do not know how to judge my size as I walk. It dawned on me today that people really think that I am this bid dude. I was paging Reyes a few weeks back and I told him that I was lifting weights again, and he responded, "You are trying to get bigger!" I told him that I am not trying to get bigger, I am just trying to get my body toned and defined again. Getting bigger is just a result of lifting weights.

I have been lifting weights for 6 weeks now. I had not touched a weight for 2 plus years until then. The main reason I started was because I wanted to strengthen my right shoulder, which is really weak from a motorcycle crash I had in the Philippines on my first real excursion that turn my A$$ out. The connective tissue and the muscle around my joint is not strong and everytime I throw a baseball or play basketball for an extensive amount of time, it feels like my arm is going to pop out of my socket. Anyway, my shoulder and the rest of my body is really responding to the resistence training program. I can actually see the muscles I once had when I lifted all the time in College. I mean, I can actually see the cuts in my abs and arms. You may have to look hard, but they are there. By the time I return, I should be one big, lean, mean, ready for some loving machine. So, I must change my answer to the question of Mr. Reyes, "Yes, I am getting bigger. And you better not beat me again by one point in the Fantasy Football Championships or I will be pissed."

Today I have taken the definition of "Chill" to a whole new level. Today after I studied a little Spanish, ate pollo asado, saw on the internet lose a heartbreaker, and a little workout, I went to the park. However, today was not like any other day. Today made a lot of heat and I was prespiring a little. So what did I do? I bought an cream cone. This is the first time I have bought an ice cream in years. I seriously cannot remember the last time. I think I have to go back to my teenage years growing up in Paso Robles. I bought the grande cone, for a grande hombre, found a bench in front of the fountain that is in the park. I sat there "Chilling" talking to my boy from Holland, watching the ducks swim, and licking my ice cream cone. I was chilling in more ways than one and like never before. The master of Chill has added yet another tool to the box. I can do this everyday for the rest of my life. It makes me wonder why I did I ever try to strive to be the man at Accenture in my early years there. I was a lost soul, but now I am found by taking "Chill" to the next level.

Traveling for an extensive amount of time is something that everybody should do. Many of my boys have done some extensive traveling. They have gone to Brasil, all throughout Europe, Asia, and Africa. I do not know how to explain it, but traveling really soothes the soul and makes you a stronger person. When many of my friends returned from their trips, they told me that I had to go travel, although I have already taken many trips before (Philippines and Thailand). They already new that, but I think they experienced the "travel bug" and seen the light. In fact, the bug hit many of them really hard because 3 of them have not held a steady job since. However, they all are doing some big things. They are doing big things because they are doing what they want to do (school, more traveling, etc.) and not what the American society says you need to do. That is really powerful if you think about it. You do what you want to do and make decisions that will affect you life they way you want it to. You don't just work 12 hours days anymore to please the boss man or to try be "Successful". You don't just work in High Tech because you live in the Bay Area. You don't get settle for some chick, get married, have family, and buy a 3 bedroom, 1.5 bathroon, 2 car gargage house because others do by 27. You do what ever makes you happy and oozes peace in your heart. You define you own "success". If getting married and having kids is you thing, then you are successful. If buying a house makes you happy then you are the man. If having a job pays you $200,000 per year, but requires you to work 20 hours day, then you go girl. However, if you do these things for any other reason besides the fact you enjoy them, then...then more power to you. There is nothing in this world that I have to do, which other people think is "sucessful", besides stay black and die. Life is too short for me to worry about society's or another person definition of success. I can define my own definition of success and if my definition of "success" in not mainstream or makes me an outkast, but makes me float when I walk, then I will take it over $5 mill.

A friend recently wrote me and she has made the decision to move to Miami to persue a field that she enjoys; not field that will make her the most money. She said that many people were talking crap and that she was crazy to make such a big jump. However, she really hit the nail on the head when she said that these are the same people who sit at work bitching and moaning about their lives. You go ahead girl and live you life because those fools do not have the cojones to do what you are doing. You do your thing because those fools have never done anything for you nor will they. When you are off smiling and prancing because you made the decision, they will be at their desk looking at porn whiling bitching to their cube-mate about how miserable they are.

Maybe my views are out of wack because I am a person that is know to take some extreme risks. Well, extreme in the eyes of others. I am not sure than my decisions are risky. Simply put, when I make a decision with my head and heart and am fully committed and nobody can stop me. This is maybe why I do have a girlfriend because I know that I cannot go half ass (this blogg is not for the public). For example, many people thought it was risky when I packed up my belongings, said "bye" to my boys, and moved to NYC without really caring if I would get a transfer or the fact that I knew only one person it that Big City. Recently, I quit my job (during a recession), said bye to the friends in NYC, and headed out to Europa for atleast 7 months. Why? Well, because I did not want to be that type of miserable person that sits and moans at their life at work. Damn that! There was only one person that could get me out of that situation. That was me! Now, I am 100xs happier because I am doing what I truely want to do. I may be broke, I may not own the typical house, I may have no job, but I am successful. I am successful because I have my health, good friends, and I am happy. Who can prove me wrong?

I really got on tangent, so let me get conclude my original point of this blog. I did not intend for this to blogg to be this long, but I felt the moment and I had to take advantage. Back to travelling.....

Travelling is fantastic because it opens your eyes and soul to the world. It shows you that there is more to your little world in Paso Robles or the Gay Bay. It shows you that there are people that think differently. They behave differently. They smell differently. They talk differently. They believe in different things. They think different things are funny. They dress and look differently. BUT!!! Just because their life is different does not mean that it is inferior or wrong. It is just different. Period! I have talked about this many times with many people, inclduing my friend moving to Miami, and I truly believe it. If you don't travel then you would only know
you little world and the people around it. You are only influenced by those things and people around you. The risk there is that you can be surrounded by negative, ignorant people and to me that is more risky than leaving what you know to experience something different in life. If this is want YOU want then so be it because you are successful. However, if you are not happy and not doing what you want to do, then I recommend traveling because I have only seen positive results from all my friends and people I know. Nearly all of them are doing what they want now and are happier than ever before (except when I beat them at Madden On-line). If you have never been outside of borders of California or New Jersey or left the hood of Harlem, just know that there is a world out there that you are missing.

This blogg was way to long to only say that traveling allows you to grow as a person.

Today, I woke up with the anticipation of seeing my team, The Lakers, force a game 7 against the Spurs. When I saw Shaq with his head in the towel, I initially felt a little disappointment. However, it lasted only a short while becase we had an incredible run. We won three straight championships. I really cannot ask much more from my team. The world new we had a tough year (notice the word "we" because I have ownership in this team - not fiscally, but emotionally). We got of too a slow start, had injuries, and we were hunted like black folk were in the 40's by the lynch mobs and K9s. Through it all, we showed heart and fought each night. I knew the entire season that it would take a prayer and a miracle to win it all again. We recieved answers to many of our prayers, but we did not receive the miracle. So, to all my haters (anti-lakers fans) out there, you got what you wished. However, with the two best players in the world and the best Laker fan in their corner, I know we will be back next year winning it again as I am in your ear, jumping up and down in my Shaq Jersey. Until then, I am pulling for the Nets because B. Scott (Byron Scott, the head coach) brought me so many memories when he played with the team of the 80's. Go NETS!!!

Here are some photos from my Trip so far. The are from Lisboa, Madrid, and Salamanca. It is best to view them in the slide show.

Spain Photos

I have learned something new during my Spanish studies. I did not know that Harlem is a dangerous neighborhood. How could I ever overlook this fact when I live right in the middle of the hood with all the Niggs and Specs? How did I not notice that Harlem is dangerous? Seriously, I am sick of ignorant people watching Shaft chase down the pimps while talking mess to Busta Rhymes or hearing one murder story in a city of 8 Million people and developing some stupid stereotype about Harlem being a bad hood. It truly amazes me that people think it is bad because of a movie or story. However, I know that it is more than that. It is because the neighborhood is made up of Blacks. These idiots swear up and down that they could not walk up or down the street in Harlem because a black guy would jump from the shadows of a dark ally and rob them. Of course this happens because it is a big city, but it does not just happen to white people. The last time I noticed, every time of person commits crimes and are victims of crimes. Crime does not descriminate by the color of skin.

I seriously had to defend my beloved neighboorhood in class today. This one Dutch girl even let the world "nigger" slip out while she was trying to describe black people. I just looked at here like I did not know what she was talking about until he corrected herself. Now, I was not trying speak for all my neighbors, but I definitely gave my opinion (there are many people who think that when one black person speaks, they speak for the entire population - not true!). This is some more proof why I love Harlem. I never have to hear stupid comments like I hear from this chica and other students in class. I guess it is not their fault. Maybe we need to creat black lynch mobs and hunt down those produces in Hollywood that creat these images that Bamboozle not only the US, but the world. They do not realize the power they possess to influence people. Or maybe they do. In either case: Burn Hollywood burn!!!

I have 4 words: Spanish Television is HORRIBLE! Most of the shows are about celeberties and there lives. I know that Americans follow the stars, but this is rediculous. In the words of casi toda Espanoles, "Es muy importante". No, no it is not. Last night I saw a Survivor rendition. Instead of normal Blow Joes, they had well-know people competing. That does not sound so bad, but when they break to the studio where 7 people debate the survivor skills of the celebrities is going overboard. That is way too much. I have to draw the line right there. The only positive things that show had was the host on the island was a woman in a bikini and the studio host made me take a cold shower. Another show, which I do not know the name, is a group of 6 people that show video clips of celebrities in public and seriously argue if there acciones are appropriate. People, GET A LIFE!!! Oh, another is their version of reality TV. Again, a bunch of celebrities are the contestants, but this time their daily interaction are recorded, como Real World, as they live in a glamorous hotel. Hence the name, Hotel Glamor or HG (I call it by its spanish name: Otchey Hay). Each week, their lives are taped in the hotel and every Monday and Thursday, they take a break from the hotel reality to speak to the Host and the national audience. It is so funny because these losers get so worked up about stupid things. During the debrief sessions, they point fingers at each other as the men pimp around on stage and the women show of their silicon in their summer dresses. The women cry and snap their wrists while the men point fingers and admire their bodies. I am doing injustice by trying to explain the show, but imagine 5 Pamela Andersons' and 5 Sly's (aka Stallone) in a hotel living together. Very fake, full of plastic, very ugly, and no charisma. You have to see it to believe. It is Horrible! The only cosas that saves Spanish TV from recieving 0 stars are: The fine women you see on every program, and the long continious segments of shows/movies (lack of comerciales), and the lack of censorship (you see true footage of news, T&A are present everywhere, etc.). Entonces, I give Spanish TV only .5 stars out of 5. Never watch TV when you visit because you will feel the pain I do every night. Thank God I am a bald man!

I think I have to finally admit that I am aging. I am not old, but man, I am really aging. How do I know? Because now I do not really care for the venues where I cannot walk and there are tons of drunk people bumping into me. I know I never really cared for these places, but now it is more evident that I really do not care for them. I prefer sitting in spacious area with a beer or a glass of red wine to chill (you know I am master!). I am also aging because the young kids (18-22) are calling me "Abuelo" in my Spanish classes. Maybe they call me this because I study a lot, but most likely it is because I do not go to there venues to often and when I do, I leave early. After a little house party in Salamanca, they want to go out to the Irish Rover, where there are nothing but extranjeros and drunk people, while I go to a tranquilo venue to chill and people watch. I am also aging because when I speak with girls between 18-22 years of age, I wind up talking about why Justin Timberlake is so cool and why they love painting their nails pink. I now realize that I no longer fit in with the young scene, especially when they are calling NWA, Ice Cube, and New Edition old school. What has the world come to? I now, apologize to my dad for calling his music old. I know how it feels now. Dad, I will never do that again. In fact, if you want to sit back, throw on some O Jays, and drink some Lipton Ice Tea when I visit, it will be okay with me.

27 is a weird age. I cannot hang with the young kids and I really cannot hang with the older married folk. The older married folk are usually a little to slow for me. Although, I prefer that over the former. After all I am still single to mingle. Another sign that I am getting older are my more frequent thoughts about settling down. The problem with this is that I do not know if any women can keep up with me and/or tame me. It will take a strong woman to get me focused on here and keep me away from Football Sundays. Is there a women that likes my so called "risky" decisions in life, my penchant to travel and to try different things (like hiking and sleeping in a Thailand Jungle), handle my off the wall humor, handle me not controlling their every move, and can handle being treated like a lady? Is there one that values life experiences over money and personal fulfillment of a career? I am not sure because I have yet to find one. I probably have not found a women because I have been denying my aging by hanging with the young kids. I need to start eyeing the older women because I can actually take about spirituality, the idea of a parallel universe, politics, after-life, and not about how cool it is to make tons of money, how fun it is getting drunk at the club, or about how it would be "neat" to be living the lifestyle of the bling-bling (mom and dad, this is what the young kids call the life style of the music stars when the have big fancy flashy cars and they wear lots of jewery). Yes, I am aging, but I must admit that I have enjoyed the adventure thus far. The ups and the downs. Aging is a good thing and if life is anything like my mom tells be at 50, then I look forward to the wisdom I will have then. However, I can wait as I try to figure out how to manage this gap that I am currently in. The gap between the young kids and the slow married type.

My new name is Péle. This is my new name for 2 reasons. One, yesterday I played futból for the 2nd time in 2 weeks. I decided to show the Brasilenos, Italianos, Espanoles, and Alemanians my recently acquired Central Park and Harlem Park futból skills. The first partido, I decided to take the game over and I scored both of my teams goals to seal the first of our victories. On one of the goals, I mad a nice little juke to the outside, then transferred my weight so I could take a quick dribble to the inside to blast the ball through the goal. It was so pretty Michael T would have ran toward me and jumped on me as I celebrated. It so so pretty Big James and G-Funk would have been so proud they would have bought me a beer after the game at "Da Spot". The next game I was not a prolific, but I still managed to shrewd through the tough agressive D to score on goal. Needless to say, the goal was the winner in a touch 2-1 partido. The third and final partido of my glorious run brings me to point number two as why I changed my name. It is not because I scored a bicycle or scissor goal, but because during the match I attempted a tackle and twisted my knee. I did not tear anything, but I was scared for a moment because it went numb. Now, I am walking around with a slight limp basking in my glory. Yes, call me Péle not only because I am a fine futból player, but also because this injury validates that I am old. It looks like my years for sports are terminated and my blogg from 2 days ago is confirmed. I am Old and from now on, I will be like my dad and take 20 minutes to strech before I comence in any sporting activity.

I do not get mad, angry, or pissed to often. Before today, I could only name two things that made me angry and almost lose control to the point where I would become the black Hulk. That was simply harm my family (of course) or when somebody would scratch me out of haste or play and break my skin. It sounds childish, but man, I just about lose it. Today, I can officially add another cause to the list - Ignorance! I cannot handle it. I was chilling at a cafe eating lunch on the patio and sipping a cold brew while taking in the people walking by and the glorious weather. This drunk fool, walks by saying, "España es para Españoles. Vuelve a tu pais. Vale!" he repeated this a number of times and it made me think about the ignorance in my country. There are tons of people who are racist, uncultured, anti-gay, and others who think and would say the same crap this guy did. I wanted to get up and say, "Si eso es verdad, entonces por qué estoy aquí!" as I blast on the fool. My friends know that I am a lover (although I am lacking love) and not a fighter. However, it really made my blood boil. I am also know to make many jokes about all sorts of people, even my one type. But, I can honestly say that I joke about it because I do not think that the differences are negative. In fact, they are great and funny and the same time. That is why I can go out with my crew in SF, where there are only two fools who are the same type, white boys, have a good time by making jokes at each other and calling each other names. Coincidently (spelling), they have the same name, "Mark". The crew calls them Monkey and Jones to lessen the confusion. What I love is that they are 2 "White" ass fools that do not have any other white friends. They are friends with a half-black man (Yo), a lighter full-black man (Mantan), a Jew (Master P), Mexican (Mi nalga), a Yugoslavian (Vlade Dade, he likes to party), a Japanese (Hight!), an American-white-washed Chinese (who killed Kinny?), a Brainwashed orthodox Chinese Kung Fu Master (Dragonhair), a half-spic (Rey-Rey), and a another white man hidden in a Filipino body (LBB), and a Chinese Mozart (Agey poo) to name only a few. My crew is mixed to the bone and any redneck would instantly fall over and die from a stroke at a glance at our diversity. The good thing is that we can talk mess to each other, learn from each other, and live through others unique experiences. Experiencing this I would not want anything else because I that much less ignorant then those fools who are limited or want to limit themselves to that kind of thinking as my friend from this afternoon. I pray that I can now control my blood over this discovered cause for me to lose my precious trademark coolness.