Last night was Sunnyvale 1998 revisited. However, instead of Sunnyvale, it was New York. It was great. Lee and Sy were it town. We rolled to the East Village near Neal's humble pimp apartment. We had some great pizza and some drinks. The food was good and it was cheap. Cheap is a big thing these days since I am now a number. I am a black man with no job. I suppose I am what Republicans despise. However, that is another story and I will allow work monkey complain about it. That fool is the ultimate complainer. He will complain is too blue and there needs to be more clouds in the sky. He is just a little girl and cannot face the music.
Now to the crux of the blog. We were are tribe chilling. I was taking it easy because I am no longer a big drinker. The fact is, I can actually feel the hangover the next day as I drink. When this happens, I just stop. Enjoying the vibe, Mark and Neal will busy and scheming on the honeys in there tight pants. Sy was singing old jams and telling really bad jokes. These jokes were Bad. I had to ask Lee cut her off. The only person that was missing was Pimp Daddy Slavy Slav. After a few Vodka Tonics, to our surprise, the pimp of all pimps walks in.
"A pimp of Slaven's stature would never dare to walk in a room without a woman on his elbow," I think to myself as I see the man looking good. Sure enough, my man did not let me down. He came on in with a fine little lady on his elbow. Here name was Corrine with a last name from Swedish decent. Corrine was good peeps. However, I had a surprise. She greeted me as T. Diddy. T. Diddy? This is not a nickname that I go by during my normal life. I go by many names, such as: T. Haynes, Haynes, Taj, or Big T. Nobody has ever called me T. Diddy. Neal has never done this. Even when he was drunk. Corrine told me she had read my blogs. She explained that she Googled, the ultimate pimp's name and it showed on the first page. In fact, my avid readers, you can try for yourself now. Google, "Slaven Zivkovic", and you will see that my entry comes up as #1.
After 2 years of bogging, I have finally received my first recognition as a blogger. I am not a BS mainstream blogger that you see on CNN or Fox News, but my friends, T. Diddy has arrived. Now, I do not aspire to be a blogger that is recognized on a national level. However, I do aspire to promote the Dragonhair family and make it know that our eclectic and diverse voices is something that no other website can claim. Think about it. We have a semi-militant black man in T. Diddy, an angry bitter white man who wants to be black in Work monkey, a down-ass engineering china-man in Dragonhair, a settle down married Mexican lady in Bitchass, and a middle-aged married mother in Debbie. Seriously, what other website can claim such a diverse range of voices. If a crazy white woman in New York can Google and find Dragonhair, then it will not be long before I can begin to ask for royalties for my contributions to the network.