What is wrong?
Allow me to paint a picture of last night. After I paint the picture, you can tell me what is wrong.
It was a cold, cold night in New York City last night. The cold was the kind that swept across the exposed intersections and hit you right in the bones. The kind of cold that makes you say to yourself, "What am I doing out here in this mess!" It was the kind of cold that burns your lungs every time you breathe. It was cold! Mark, Slaven and I were in a bar. Actually, Slaven and I were in a bar and Mark arrived 2.5 hours after he said he would. We were enjoying the aromas of chili cheese nachos and $1 Bud Lights. The crowd was a bit young, but overall the bar had a good vibe about it. There was the typical bar events happening. There was, "That Guy", alone at the bar eating wings, drinking beer and talking about the latest A-Rod statements. Of course, there were the horny men and woman doing tequila shots and drooling over one another. And then, there he was - the nightmare of every man's dreams. Mark's boy from Brooklyn was wearing his tight jeans, his barrel styled gold chain, and his 2 sizes too small black tank top. It was killing me. Every gesture or arm movement was straight out of a LL Cool J video. Reaching for beer, he would flex the biceps. Scratching his head, he showed off the triple headed monster on the backside of his arm. Pimping on his girl as he put his arms around her, he put the "D" before "eltoid". I do not know what kill me more. His overly dramatic gestures, the fact that he was wearing his tank top on this bitterly cold night or the fact the girl was eating up his cheese. It is fair to say that all 3 kill me. I will be scared from this for a long time. I thought Mr. Lee was bad. This fool was 15.4 times worse than the antics of Dragonhair.