tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-230147502024-03-07T16:15:59.688-05:00another day another dollarNycRoBohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12481734476977986599noreply@blogger.comBlogger34125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23014750.post-33774364781515136072008-05-18T16:21:00.001-04:002008-05-18T16:21:48.450-04:00what does THIS dancer say about YOU?<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/SFV6h6MXQkI' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/SFV6h6MXQkI'/></object></p></div>NycRoBohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12481734476977986599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23014750.post-86919636320155281412008-02-12T20:42:00.001-05:002008-02-12T20:42:52.870-05:00Cool Hand Luke Scene- 50 Eggs<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/YL7Vc1QG_BE' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/YL7Vc1QG_BE'/></object></p></div>NycRoBohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12481734476977986599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23014750.post-31818683398812689552007-12-02T13:33:00.003-05:002007-12-02T13:33:57.603-05:00Star Wars- The Best of the Best<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/OrOdGy0J37o' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/OrOdGy0J37o'/></object></p></div>NycRoBohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12481734476977986599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23014750.post-16577721399928021272007-12-02T13:33:00.001-05:002007-12-02T13:33:53.460-05:00Star Wars- The Best of the Best<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/OrOdGy0J37o' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/OrOdGy0J37o'/></object></p></div>NycRoBohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12481734476977986599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23014750.post-70674076763400488502007-11-17T15:03:00.001-05:002007-11-17T15:03:28.324-05:00Ultimate Action Heroes Movie Quotes Tribute!<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/z6MVKnU-UJA' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/z6MVKnU-UJA'/></object></p></div>NycRoBohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12481734476977986599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23014750.post-35700371775497687412007-08-12T20:48:00.000-04:002007-08-12T20:51:53.838-04:00I miss Rome!!!!<a href="http://stage6.divx.com/Tv-shows/video/1297236/Rome-s01-e04 "></a>NycRoBohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12481734476977986599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23014750.post-53877433640940445822007-07-26T00:02:00.000-04:002007-07-26T00:18:46.622-04:00Heart FartWhen your holding on to an ex your definatley wasting time.But whos? you and the ex's because you can just say fuck all the bull and be together and work out the problems? or..<br />You and someone new that you could be with instead of holding on to the past?<br />Whos time are you wasting?NycRoBohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12481734476977986599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23014750.post-33474488447371128142007-05-30T12:42:00.000-04:002007-05-30T13:08:29.286-04:00After happily ever after is over...Finally after two years of feeling sorry for myself,blaming my ex and drinking like a alcoholic in a free bar Ive finally started to feel like the old me. I said it once before but made a mistake in thinking I can work things out with the ex, which of course led to an even deeper depression after things didn't work out.I guess people really do grow apart.<br /><br /> I saw her a few weeks ago and she was looking beautiful. But the funny thing was I didn't miss her anymore. I didn't have the urge to hug her, or kiss her. For the first time ever, I looked at her like just another girl that I knew and not as my wife. It was so refreshing to be over her that I smiled. She asked me why And i told her that she looked nice and left it at that but It was a great feeling. I guess I finally love myself enough to stop hating life without her.NycRoBohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12481734476977986599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23014750.post-35142156470705641512007-01-08T17:02:00.000-05:002007-01-16T17:23:24.011-05:00MondayI woke up this morning actually anticipating the day. Weird for a Monday morning but after attending a funeral yesterday I guess I needed to get my mind off of my personal business for a lil while. When I got to work I got that annoying feeling that I left some thing and spent the first fifteen minutes checking my self. Keys, Wallet, Shield, cell phone..... Everything that I usually left was there. Oh well. <br /><br />The feeling was still bugging me..I left something..<br /><br />Keys, Wallet, Shield, cell phone.....<br /><br />8:30 am I started working; Scheduling meetings and training sessions,then some guy got robbed and assaulted for a buck, Got summonsed to court for an arrest from an old case I don't even remember ( Dam Tequila), there was a big case leak somewhere in the city so the radio was nuts, baby stolen from a hospital in the bronx, boss sent me to a hearing I knew nothing about so i wasn't prepared and I had to show my guys exactly how i wanted a case investigated. Ok finished all that and its 9:15.<br /> This is when it got really busy but i won't bore you with the details. <br /><br />Keys, Wallet, Shield, cell phone..... What the hell did I forget!!<br /><br />Maybe I'm not missing anything. I'm probably not used to being so eager to get to work on a monday.NycRoBohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12481734476977986599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23014750.post-42993611567077146522006-12-20T11:29:00.000-05:002006-12-20T11:35:39.039-05:00Shopping rageWhy do people take their children shoppin for xmas gifts? I saw hundreds of kids in the toy stores with their parents picking out their own gifts. What the hell kinda xmas is that. Do they really let the kids see the gift then wrap them and have them open them on xmas morn? ..Thats stupid.<br /> Our christmas growing up was alot different. Up until Xmas day you never saw the gifts. I don't know where she hid them but my mom didn't even put our gifts under the tree. Under the tree was gift for friends and distant family. But she really kept up the appearance that santa brought them on Xmas. But the best thing was we didn't have to wait until the morning for the toys. Midnight. "Kids wake up Santa just left" and then there was a mad dash down the hall. The amazement of all the toys scattered across the floor. Wow , Memories.<br /><br />Well back to my lil adventures shopping. I went to circuit city (79 street and Broadway) to get one simple thing. Play station portable. Sound simple right? Go in the store picked it up get online pay and leave. That was the plan.<br /> Man I felt like Frodo on his quest for the Ring. when i first walked in I saw a line with about 50 people on it. "Pick up line" I laughed to myself. all those people must have ordered online to try and beat the crowds. Losers. Bet they didn't plan on that long as line. Then I find the section where they have the Psp displayed and waited for five minutes while the young store clerk explains the difference between the psp on sale by itself and the PSP pack with accessories. After hearing her repeat her self over and over i cut in while the guy was calling his wife on the phone to ask permission to spend an extra fifty bucks for the pack.<br />Me: Excuse me I want the psp Package.<br />Clerk: Ok .Just go over to customer service and you can pay for it there.<br />Me: Thank you<br />Ok i'm still in a sorta good mood. I should have known they were selling them right at the display. My Bad.<br />THe Customer service line only had 4 people on it so I waited 10 minutes and decided to skip ahead and ask to see if i was on the right line because it was moving.<br />Me: Excuse me can i buy the PSP here?<br />Customer service: No, you have to go to the cashier.<br />Ok Now i'm getting pissed. Stupid fucking clerk wasted 10 minutes of my time.<br />The cashiers line had 35 people on it. There goes my lunch hour. I stood on line and tried not to be too upset. This is my fault for doing this last minute shopping. Again. Just like every christmas before.<br />One freaking cashier. A freckle face teen. He had to be holiday help. 25 clerks on the floor, but only one register working. This is a conspiracy. They do this on purpose. The longer your online the more time you have to think about all the thing you forgot. This is freaking crazy. Theres a young blonde girl (hereinafter referred to as bubblehead) ahead of me talking on her cellular phone loudly.<br />I don't know if it's because I hate to hear other peoples conversations or the long wait on the line but she was working my nerves. Twenty minutes and i only took about four steps. Finally I get close to the front and an older lady opens another register. " Credit card purchases only" she said. The bubble head walks over and the clerk rings up her purchases. she had about ten items. Then the clerk tells her the cost and she passes the clerk a few bucks. " Credit card purchases only" She repeated. GRRRR!<br /> <br />Finally I get to the clerk.<br />Doesn't it feel great to finally reach the clerk :)<br /> <br />Clerk: How can I help you.<br />Me: Playstation Portable pack please.<br />Clerk: Ok Thats $249.99.<br /> <br />I paid and she handed me a receipt.<br />Clerk: Thank you for shopping. Take this receipt down stairs and get on the pick up line for your purchase..NycRoBohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12481734476977986599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23014750.post-81866529057576713392006-12-16T10:42:00.001-05:002006-12-16T10:42:29.025-05:00A summer in BrooklynWhen i was 13 My sister and i went to spent the summer with my father in brooklyn. My sister hated being away from mom, so you would usually find her clinging to my mothers leg, but not this summer. She really didn't have a choice, I on the other hand loved the chance to spend more time with my pops. My father was great man in my eyes. Strong, smart and the women loved him. He went out with tons of girlfriends in my younger years and they were all beautiful smart women. nurses, bankers and even a lawyer.<br />One friday while we were there my father took us to my uncles house to stay for the weekend while he and his lawyer friend went to las vegas. My uncle had three children, junior who was about 18, tasha was 16 and tisha was 14 and they loved their two cousins from harlem. The minute we got to their house, the girls grabbed us by our hands and ran us out side to show us to the neighborhood. It was weird how a little bridge made such a difference between manhattan and brooklyn. My uncles block was lined with trees which create a beautiful shade for the block even on the sunniest days. The trees stood tall and its branches reached over the streets to touch the branches from across the street. The kids we met were a lively bunch who didn't worry about wearing name brand clothes or sneakers. They all seemed as if fashion didn't matter to them. This was a far stretch from the kids in manhattan. We all wore jordans and karl kani jeans (remember those). We demanded the latest sneakers from our parents. But the truth was we were just as poor as these brooklyn kids.<br />The next day we were all outside when my uncle had left for work. It was about noon time and the girls appeared extremely anxious for him to leave. As the car drove off Tasha asked me to come with her up stairs to get some water. I didn't think nothing of it until my lil sis tried to follow us upstairs and tasha told her to stay outside with tisha. When tasha was walking up the stairs i notice how nice her legs were. Tasha was much taller than me at the time and to me her legs appeared to go on forever. Her caramel legs were enhanced by the lotion she was wearing. I could smell the vanilla fragrance as i day dreamed about how soft they must feel.<br />When we got up stairs tasha took me to her room and turned the tv on and told me to sit down on her bed while she went to the bathroom. I looked around her room and saw the many celebrities she had admired in her right on magazines. I heard the water running and assumed that tasha was drinking water from the batroom faucet but then listening to the splashing of the water i could tell that she was washing up. I wanted to go peep at her. I wondeed how she looked withno clothes on. Was her entire body the same color of those beautiful legs? Was she washing her private spot? Suddenly tasha came out of the bathroom and i didn't even look her way. I pretended to be watching doogie houser MD that was on the tube. Tasha walked to the front door of the house and i heard her slide the chain on the door. Suddenly my penis twitched and began to swell. I was slightly embarassed and mentally tried to make it go down before she noticed the lump in my sweat pants.<br />Tasha walked in striking a match and i looked her way for the first time. She was smoking a cigarette from her father's room and was staring at me with a funny look. I smiled at her and then noticed that tasha's shirt was being pierced by her hard nipples and her shirt was slightly lifted by the roundness of her breast. It seemed as time had stood still and i was in some cheesy movie.She stood in the doorway smoking a cigarette in her short shirt and her white panties looking at me smiling. "What's wrong" she said.<br />I tried not to acknowledge that she removed her shorts. "you smoke cigarettes?" i stuttered. " yup,i'm a bad girl" She said smiling. She walked over to the bed. and sat beside me. I gazed at her legs again. She took her right leg and put it over my left knee " you like doogie howser?" she said . "nah,idon't watch tv." i replied<br />"You wanna watch tv with me" she said. gathering courage i stated " I don't care" she slowly laid me on my side and position herself in front of me as she covered us with the covers. We pretended to watch tv. Because she was taller than me i couldn't see beyond her shoulders so i laid there as she began to press against me . she placed her hand behind her and opened my pants. My penis began to throb again and i felt it growing. The smell of her french vanilla lotion brought me to reality. This was no pissy tailed little girl here.<br />i decided to help her and pulled my pants down slowly to my knees. She complied and reached down and removed her panties and put them under her pillow. At first her flesh felt cold pressed aganst my groin but then as she moved closer to continue her grinding it felt buttersoft. I laid there at first stiff as a board and then i picked up on her motions and began to copy her rotation. " you better not tell nobody" tasha said in a low voice. I whispered" I'm not" Then she took my hand and palced it in front of her and i felt her soft moist bush. Now although i was only 13 this wasn't my first time touching a girls privates, but this was the first time i felt hair. she pumped and opened her legs and began to push my fingers in side her. The softness amazed me. I thought about lei mai a chinese girl from my school that i played Doctor with when i was eleven i remembered how hard it was to penetrate her with my finger. Tasha reached back and grabbed me. It was the first time anyone had ever touched my penis. She started to pump it and began to direct me into her from the rear. At first she had trouble getting it in but then with one spread of her butt cheeks i felt the moistness and the more she pumped the more wetness i felt she pumped harder and harder makin my penis wetter with her juices.<br />After several moments she pulled me out of her and layed on her back. my pants were still wrapped around my ankles, which made it difficult to manuever on top of her but i managed and i put my penis into her hairy muff. As i began to pump she lifted her t shirt and told me to suck her nipples which i did. It seemed like the most amazing thing to me to have myself in another person, I felt so connected to her as we layed there pumping sweating in the summer heat, once in a while giggling at a mishap or two. I noticed on the clock that we had been screwing around for and hour and a half when 2pm struck but neither of us were tired and she had her finger nails digging deep in my butt pushing me into her special spot. I love tasha at this moment and i never wanted to stop what we were doing and we enjoyed each other for a good remainder of the after noon.<br />At 2:30 tisha and my sis came up stairs tasha opened the front door and came back to her bedroom and locked the door when my sister asked whee i was she said he's asleep. After locking the door tasha came in and climbedon top of me." do you want to be my special boyfriend she asked" " yes " i said trying to catch my breath. And then once again i was iside her his time she was on top and in control. She began to moanand it was clear she enjoyed it more beibg on top . That lil thing ain't never goin down huh. I didn't know what she meant. I had never ejaculated before. She then did the weirdest thing. She put her tongue in my mouth and moved it from side to side round and round. Then she started to act as if something was hurting her so i stopped pumping she grinded harder into me," don't stop"" and i started pumping again. she started to shake and she moaned and hen she got back into her stride ad she began to pump on me harder and harder. As the third hour approached i bean to get really sore from her hairs brushing against my skin. tasha was ok though except for her occassional pause to strech her legs. Then the bell rung. " tasha looked at the clock. " oh shit juniors home" she jumped up and threw her panties and shorts on i went to the bathroom and washed myself. Junior was a big dude with muscles ever where , i was afraid to think what he would do if he found out what we had been doing all day. Tisha had opened the door for junior and he came straight too tasha's room. Tasha was half way finished making up the bed when he puched the door open. I came out the bathroom in time to look at him taking a smell of the room. "What the hell is that smell????" he yelled. Aw dam i thought he's gonna break my arm. He looked at me coming from the bathroom and looked at tasha. "I'm telling daddy...................you been smoking again!"<br />11:51 PM - 15 Comments - 12 Kudos - <a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.comment&friendID=18335365&blogID=66134025&ticket=MHMGCisGAQQBgjdYA%2FqgZTBjBgorBgEEAYI3WAMBoFUwUwIDAgABAgJmAwICAMAECIFMUhnC6VgNBBD1PTsI5PVnvJuQcLOpguXiBChUocaFZiPR8k1ii8sdXTAfLe3kpgFFg%2BFSBVCTQpZwQzDAfHlERUu8&BlogCategoryID=12&Mytoken=D15E7FFF-5D7C-44FA-94CA717283D2CA8211410193">Add </a>NycRoBohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12481734476977986599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23014750.post-80515766750287117642006-12-16T10:36:00.000-05:002006-12-16T10:38:41.735-05:00Meow?My doorbell rung and woke me up. When i opened my bedroom door my cat, Kobe was sitting there like he was waiting for me. I walked pasted him and asked who is it, but their was no one there. Wierd.<br />I went to the kitchen to get a lil water and the cat ran behind me and said he was hungry. So i started to look in the cabinet for his food. "sorry, Kobe, your all out little buddy.". He looked pissed. " you put it in the other cabinet he said. So i checked and still no food. "Nope, i gotta go get you some in the morning, do you want some tuna?".<br /> "I'm tired of tuna.you slippin shaq" the cat said as he sat down by his bowl. "whatever" I said. I got my drink of water and walked out of the kitchen. "asshole."<br />"What did you say?" I asked the cat. He didn't say anything. I shook my head and went back to bed I must be bugging. Cats can't curse.NycRoBohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12481734476977986599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23014750.post-1166226120867765222006-12-15T18:40:00.000-05:002006-12-15T18:42:00.883-05:00The comfort of a childcomfort of a child<br />I saw a lil kid spinning and thought of this:<br /><br /><br /> I remember how secure I felt as a child . My parents could do anything with me and I would have total faith in them. My pops would pick me up and tell me to stand up on the bumpbed, to close my eyes and fall back. Shaky at first, but I would do it and sure enough he was there to catch me, just as I thought I would hit the ground.<br /> My mom would pick me up and swing me around in circles as I stared at the ceiling light twirling round and round. But then she would put me on the ground and as disoriented as I felt I would walk and begin to laugh as vertigo took over me. I would stumble and she would catch me. Every time.<br /><br /> Today as I spin round and round in this crazy world I know for sure that I am alone and that if I ever stepped out alone I would fall. Who would catch me if I fell backwards with both eyes closed?NycRoBohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12481734476977986599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23014750.post-1150567977246625262006-06-17T14:04:00.000-04:002006-06-17T14:12:57.260-04:00New york under attack!!!!!!<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3070/2351/1600/000_0266_0002.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3070/2351/320/000_0266_0002.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3070/2351/1600/000_0267_0001.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3070/2351/320/000_0267_0001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3070/2351/1600/000_0265_0002.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3070/2351/320/000_0265_0002.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Thats what 20,000 new yorkers called 911 and said a few weeks ago during the annual fleet week.<br /> Can you believe it. 20,ooo people who must not watch the news. 20,000 who didn't noticed all the ships in the Hudson or Harlem river. 20,ooo who didn't see all the sailors walking around town. This air show was on friday, the last day of fleet week and so many new yorkers didn't know what was going on. Police radios all over the city were getting reports of enemy aircraft dive bombing the city. Amazing.<br />Sorry the date on the pic is so off but i ran and grabbed my camera to take the pics and didn't check the date. The last pic does look like they are bombing the projects though. :)NycRoBohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12481734476977986599noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23014750.post-1150086073608647322006-06-11T23:56:00.000-04:002006-06-12T00:21:13.620-04:00what a week<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3070/2351/1600/shaaac.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3070/2351/320/shaaac.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Last week was crazy as hell but what else is new. We staged a sick out at work. It was great, the administration had no idea it was coming until 70 of us began called out right behind each other. We would strike but it is illegal for us and the union wouldn't have backed us up.<br />It wasn't a long sick out we all stayed out for two days ,all three shifts, but theygot the message.<br />Next time they'll listen to us instead of making bad decisions about punishing one of our guys for doing his job.<br /><br />Watched the fight on saturday. Not bad, i wanted Hopkins to knock tarver out but as long as he won every round i'm happy. Before the fight i got into a arguement about the guy al Zarkawi who was killed by the US airstrike. I still don't understand what the big deal was. All i said was Zarkawi never traveled over seas to attack innocent people. He's just striking out at people who he considers invaded his peoples land or people who are aiding them. Man the guy's went crazy!!!<br /><br />But I really don't see what he has done that most of us wouldn't if the US was invaded. Supposed you woke up and we were being invaded by north or south Korea, whichever is the evil one. north i think :) I would strike out at their military at any chance i got and i would probably be called a terrorist, but you as an american, what would you call me.<br /><br />But now my friends think i'm crazy. Well crazier than normal. But they know how patriotic i am. Alot of them complain bout america but it's still the greatest country in the world. My travels have led me to the point where i would really perfer to be homeless here than well off in 90 percent of the countries aroud the world.<br />My girl friend is starting to be a pain in the butt. I need to rethink alot of things and start searching craig's list for a new apt. Not in Harlem, unfortunately i can't afford my hometown anymore :(. Well Enough for now. LaterNycRoBohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12481734476977986599noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23014750.post-1149120130372349422006-05-31T20:02:00.000-04:002006-05-31T20:02:10.386-04:00very deep: "lights off<br />i turned the lights off. i surprised myself... i don't want you here if you don't want to be here. I've known that all along and have been denying myself the joy of what it would be like for you to want me or need me without me wanting or needing you to be here. i don't miss you because i am lonely i miss you because of the conversations we used to have and how connected and at peace i felt when you were around just enjoying life with me. I am miserable no longer- all will work out as it was meant to be. i can miss you and love you but i can also let you go so that you can experience what you need to in life. i wish you only happiness and love. i hope one day we can sit as friends and talk for hours as we used to. this is honestly my last post... i will forever be the girl that loves you but i am first and foremost alana and part of being me means i have to deal with the consequences of what i have brought into my life. i am okay with that. just as i am content to return you to the man of my dreams as you were before we met until the time it can be otherwise. i will love you always and know i am here when you need me in whatever capacity you need or desire but you must make that decision i can't make it for you. i am sorry that this took so long to come about but i know that it is only right to let you live your life without me until you choose for me to be part of it. I truly do lov"NycRoBohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12481734476977986599noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23014750.post-1148641921837239112006-05-26T07:06:00.000-04:002006-05-26T07:12:01.840-04:00the rolloverIts my last week in texas, my last week as a soldier and i'm ready to party. No more army , no more orders....Freedom. people don't realize how much the military controls their soldiers. They change the way you dress,the way you talk and even the way you walk. (they marched my bop and swagger out)<br /> So my boy Dowe wants to take one last trip to 6th street in Austin. 6th street is a huge strip with clubs side to side and soldiers loved it. It was like mardi gra every weekend there.The first time i went there i saw these two blonds get topless in a club and start making out with each other. I was hooked every since.<br /> Now there are two ways to austin from hood, one is route 190 and the other i can't remember the name of it but the soldiers from hood were forbidden to use the road because it was considered dangerous ,but it was alot quicker. We were dressed for a night out and he wants to drive his suburban so we get it washed and buy a six pack of corona for the trip. He wants to take the soldier killer route there, No prob i'm outta the army in a few days, right fuck it.<br /> On the way there dowe is talking about how i should stay in the army, what am i gonna do now and people are gonna miss me and blah blah blah. And then we started reminscing about funny stuff that happened in kosovo like when one of the tanks ran over the sgt majors humvee during night ops. So we are laughing and talking, fucking with the radio not paying no attention to the signs. We are doin about 87 mph and we start to approach a very sharp turn. we are laughing and joking and singing with the radio. We didn't see the first sign that said said slow down. we are laughing and drinking a few coronas and we didn't see the warning "15 miles an hour for the turn" sign. i opened my eyes after laughing really hard to see the yellow and black arrows indicating a sharp turn. <<<<<<<<<<<<<< I started screaming over the radio the only thing that would come out " YO YO YO YO YO" ..........the tires started screeching...................the vehicle started turning but my side of the truck is flying straight towards the arrows "shit too fast, too fast" ..BOOm boOm BooM BoOm ....BoOm ......BOOM..... BOOM................ ..........BOOM.<br /> "Unnnnhhhhhhhhhhhh" Dowe was moaning and coughing. i'm upside down the right side of my face is completely numb. somebody is holding my hand" Hang on brother your ok" its dark all around except for the headlights. " shaq shaq shaq wake up''dowe moaned. i must've been in a daze. Someone had stopped to help us ,a white man wearing a red plaid shirt. "Your gonna be ok don't move" he said.<br /> suddenly the numbness started to turn to pain " dowe you ok?" he was spitting blood all over the place broken glass was every were. What the hell is that smell grass, my cologne, beer spilled everywhere and gas. GAS .. shit the cars going to blow up. I start strugglin to free myself from the seat belt and the good simaritan is telling me to calm down and i'm panicking. " get me out of here, its going to blow up." ( i watch too much tv :) ) and then that was it . I passed out again and woke up at Darnell Army hospital. my head was killing me and the nurse began to ask me questions to see if i was fully aware. Dowe broke his collar bone and lost 6 teeth. And lucky me a concussion to the head and a nasty bruise from the seat belt on my neck.NycRoBohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12481734476977986599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23014750.post-1148640497259507692006-05-26T06:18:00.000-04:002006-05-26T07:05:07.333-04:00A few Coronas in the park<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3070/2351/1600/reason_3.0.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3070/2351/320/reason_3.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />A few days ago two of my coworkers and i wanted to go out for a few drinks but we didn't have much cash on us. The last few times we went out it got pretty expensive. At Bowlmor lanes we paid $6.50 for beers and my long islands cost me about 13 bucks each. Way to expensive for a bowling alley. At the red roadhouse we ended up spending about $80 bucks each. we had fun but dam that was too much money to spend on a tuesday.<br />So armed with twenty bucks and a bottle opener we headed to a bodega and picked up two six packs of coronas and a bag of lays potatoe chips. It was funny carrying the six packs into the park like kids sneeking around behind their parents backs. The dam law has changed so much that you can't even enjoy a beer outside anymore, but here we were, Looking for a good spot to sit down and have a few.<br /><br />Finally we stopped by west 90th street in central park and walked up to the benches near the resevoir. There was hundreds of people jogging back and forth but no signs of the police so we settled down and began drinking and telling stories and laughing at the joggers. I felt kinda lazy around all of these people who were in such great shape, running and stretching and here i was drinking beer and eating chips but screw it, i had a rough week, i'll run on saturday.<br />After seeing a lady kiss her dog on the mouth, (i know disgustin right) we started talking about people having sex with their animals. So Ilcia started to tell us that she was listening to the radio one day and a female caller said that she had a new boyfriend and that everytime he came around, her dog went nuts and barked and followed him around the whole time he was at her apt. Well one day she came home early and found the boyfriend having sex with the dog. But the worst part was the dog had her panties on.<br />We started laughing our asses off and i'm sure the joggers thought we were some kind of lowlifes but that was funny as hell.<br />Before we knew it it was 9:30 at night and we were on our last beers. Something came through the bushes from behind me. Thinking that it was someones dog looking for a good spot i reached back to pet it. My boy said is that a racoon? And i smiled "yea right". I turned and looked and sure enough it was a big ass racoon sniffing my hand. We started laughing and ran our asses out of the park. who the hell put a racoon in central park.NycRoBohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12481734476977986599noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23014750.post-1147488797484834132006-05-12T22:52:00.000-04:002006-05-12T22:53:17.486-04:00remember animaniacsremember animaniacs???<br />i used to love this song but i never knew all the words:<br /><a name="4">YAKKO'S WORLD</a> (Episode 2)Music traditional (Mexican Hat Dance). Lyrics by Randy Rogel.<br />Announcer:<br />And now the nations of the world, brought to you by Yakko Warner!<br /><br />Yakko:<br />United States, Canada, Mexico, Panama<br />Haiti, Jamaica, Peru,<br />Republic Dominican, Cuba, Carribean<br />Greenland, El Salvador too.<br />Puerto Rico, Columbia, Venezuela<br />Honduras, Guyana, and still,<br />Guatemala, Bolivia, then Argentina<br />And Ecuador, Chile, Brazil.<br />Costa Rica, Belize, Nicaragua, Bermuda<br />Bahamas, Tobago, San Juan,<br />Paraguay, Uruguay, Surinam<br />And French Guiana, Barbados, and Guam.<br /><br />Norway, and Sweden, and Iceland, and Finland<br />And Germany now one piece,<br />Switzerland, Austria, Czechoslovakia<br />Italy, Turkey, and Greece.<br />Poland, Romania, Scotland, Albania<br />Ireland, Russia, Oman,<br />Bulgaria, Saudi Arabia<br />Hungary, Cyprus, Iraq, and Iran.<br />There's Syria, Lebanon, Israel, Jordan<br />Both Yemens, Kuwait, and Bahrain,<br />The Netherlands, Luxembourg, Belgium, and Portugal<br />France, England, Denmark, and Spain.<br /><br />India, Pakistan, Burma, Afghanistan<br />Thailand, Nepal, and Bhutan,<br />Kampuchea, Malaysia, then Bangladesh (Asia)<br />And China, Korea, Japan.<br />Mongolia, Laos, and Tibet, Indonesia<br />The Philippine Islands, Taiwan,<br />Sri Lanka, New Guinea, Sumatra, New Zealand<br />Then Borneo, and Vietnam.<br />Tunisia, Morocco, Uganda, Angola<br />Zimbabwe, Djibouti, Botswana,<br />Mozambique, Zambia, Swaziland, Gambia<br />Guinea, Algeria, Ghana.<br /><br />Burundi, Lesotho, and Malawi, Togo<br />The Spanish Sahara is gone,<br />Niger, Nigeria, Chad, and Liberia<br />Egypt, Benin, and Gabon.<br />Tanzania, Somalia, Kenya, and Mali<br />Sierra Leone, and Algiers,<br />Dahomey, Namibia, Senegal, Libya<br />Cameroon, Congo, Zaire.<br />Ethiopia, Guinea-Bissau, Madagascar<br />Rwanda, Mahore, and Cayman,<br />Hong Kong, Abu Dhabi, Qatar, Yugoslavia...<br />Crete, Mauritania<br />Then Transylviania,<br />Monaco, Liechtenstein<br />Malta, and Palestine,<br />Fiji, Australia, Sudan.<br />Transcribed by "Yakko Warner" and Paul HendryNycRoBohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12481734476977986599noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23014750.post-1147488699643266812006-05-12T22:51:00.000-04:002006-05-12T22:51:39.656-04:00a bronx taleMy coworker krys has her office decorated with many picutres of friends, family, and her crazy college buddies.Of all the faces, there has always been this one of a beautiful latina who always caught my eye.It wasn't just her physical beauty it was the eyes. With me its always something in the eyes. After a year and a half of calling the beautiful girl in the pic my future wife i finally met her tonight.<br />may 11, 2006After standing krys up for her house warming, her going away party and many other get togethers ,it was either make it tothe yankees game at her house or say good bye to my knee caps :).So me, willie and Krsy stopped at the supermarket picked up some food and beers and went to krys house. When we arrivedHer crazy as brother and her husband were in the living room. As i went to put the beers down in the kitchen There she was. Inmy head I heard the music " I only got eyes for you."( i know chessy but thats what i heard :) )<br /> She was even better looking in person than i imagined. The pictures did her no justice. I tried to play it cool with a simple whats up. But wow.As we settled in the living room we all began to joke around about the yankees, our jobs and what ever came to mind.Unlike the akward times when i met others that i thought was beautiful it was so easy to speak to her. she was down to earth.had a beautiful outlook on life and seemed to glow. THe girl was everything a man could want she held it down when the meal came,which surprised me because she had a beyonce figure. She drunk a few beers with us, c'mon what more can a man want.<br />Through out the night her laughter made me smile and she honestly seemed to be completely comfortable around meeting me for the first time and just talking aboutwhatever came up.At the end of the night everyone prepared to go home and since she was headed to manhattan i gave her a lift.On the ride home i said " soi finally get to meet you after seeing your pics all this time" She smiled" do you like me or my pictures better" she asked. I looked in her eyes and the few seconds seemd like the best momentsof my life. "the pics don't do you no justice, your beautiful" She smiled and my heart began to swim. But as she began to sing along to the jagged edge song playing inthe car i thought about how innocent she seemed and how much of a future she had. And my smile went away.MY life is so complicated and my past is catching up to me fast. Even though i'm walking with the angels now i was on the otherside far to long to be far from it.I glanced at her. How dare i taint this beautiful soul. How could i tarnish what is now shining so bright. " We should hang out sometime "she said. " Let me know the next timeyour at a bar near me." I smiled. As we arrived to her place i reached out to shake her hand and she kissed me on the cheek. I love spanish woman :)it was a pleasure" she said . All mine. She went in the house and i drove away thinking how much more beautiful she was now that i have met her.Sadly i have to keep it on the friendly. She deserves better. <br />But i do feel like a better person just for having the chance to meet Bianca.NycRoBohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12481734476977986599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23014750.post-1145970830700020092006-04-25T08:48:00.000-04:002006-05-27T12:54:27.346-04:00THE FDR<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3070/2351/1600/the%20car.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3070/2351/320/the%20car.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Its funny if you drive a highway enough times you start to memorize every bump and turn. Last night i'm on americas roughest stretch of road, The FDR and i realized i could practically drive it blindfolded. I usually get on at 132street heading southbound and easy over to the far left to avoid the triboro exit traffic, from there i get back int the right lane to avoid the traffic thats merging from the bronx. From there your prettty good until you get to the two tunnels the first one is tricky because of the construction and you should stay in your far left to avoid smacking into a divider they have there that on a sunny day you will probably run into it before your eyes adjust to the darknbess.Continuing through this tunnel be prepared for yellow cabs to be ducking in and out of traffic so take it easy. The next tunnel you come to has a very uneven left lane so stick to your right and you can do 50 safely, cause that left lane will toss everything in your car especially that old battery in your trunk you never returned.<br />After that there s more smooth sailing all the way to the houston exit, before you get there be careful when driving to the elevated turn because theres usually a traffic delay out of your view. Then of course theres the brooklyn bridge/civil center exit. This is where the idiots try to be cute. Now of course if everyone got in the exit lane in advanced the traffic would be nice and smooth but usually you have these dam fools who like to stay in the middle lane and cut people off at the last dam moment skipping everyone whos patiently waiting in the exit lane. These idiots, police taking people to court,those dam cabbies again and people like me who are very familiar with the highway usually make the exit frustrating for all involved as we fight to beat that one person who pissed you off to the finish line.<br /><br />I swear its an adventure everytime.<br /><br />If you don't think the FDR is rough try this; buy a new car and drive it twice a day the entire stretch and let me know how your cars doing in 6 months. But if you switch lanes as i've explained you'll avoid some of the "ouches". And if you see a silver 2004 ford taurus trying to cut you off at the bridge let him through he's a nice guy :)NycRoBohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12481734476977986599noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23014750.post-1145968913687680202006-04-25T08:39:00.000-04:002006-04-25T08:41:53.696-04:00terrorist movie plot contestI submitted this for the terrorist movie plot contest from a very popular blob i ran into, i hope the feds don't start looking for me :)<br /><br />rock on Announcing: Movie-Plot Threat Contest: <br /><br />plot:<br />With millions of immigrants flooding the country the USA feels they are losing their country. A high level politician influences congress to pass laws to force all immigrants out of the country. A resistance is established to combat the fascist USA and claim that this land belongs to the world. A civil war erupts. All troops abroad are called home. A sinister connection is discovered. The 9/11 hijackers, Bin Laden, The immigrant hating politician, the resistance. All peices of the same puzzle, all al Quaeda. <br /><br />( powerful drum music starts......., scenes flash across the screen -----9/11 attack footage----- Politician rousing congress in a speech----- Immigrants protesting in front of the white house----American soldiers fighting each other in NYC----EXPLOSION........smoke settles.... Arabian music plays and as the smoke clears Bin Laden walks out of a cave with the american flag but as the screen backs up we realize the cave is at mount rushmore where thousands of muslims are gathered and scream in a roar "Allah Akabar" .Music ends with movie start date. 9/11/06 :)<br /><br /><br />--------------------------------------------------------------------------------NycRoBohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12481734476977986599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23014750.post-1145309725760229972006-04-17T17:34:00.000-04:002006-04-17T17:35:25.776-04:00on the train againSo i'm on the train right. Just had a nice cool day at work, so i'm ready for a nice relaxing night. I'm wearing my street clothes with a book bag with one of my supervisors laptop in it. You know most older people don't know much about computers so he asked me to update it for him. You know aol 9.0 optomized, power dvd, and a linksys wireless network router. Basic stuff but he thinks i'm a computer geek now,( mo money, mo money , mo money) .<br /><br /> Anyway i'm standing near the door watching these young girls act crazy laughing loud and just being young. Then i heard " Yo, what the f^ck". To my far left is a group of 9 black guys between the ages of 17- 22. Then i see the guy who made the statement staring at me. "what the f6ck" he says again louder this time with his face turned to a grill. At first i thought ,do i know this kid? He began to walk towards me. Then my brain kicked in . All of them are wearing red. Young wanna be bloods. Ok, Get out of relax mode,Robo. back on the clock.<br /><br /> He's young and cocky and trying to intimidate me. So i did what came natural, I smiled, my usual devilish smile.. The train which was just so crowded a second ago is now filled with people moving to the opposite side of the car expecting the fight.<br /><br /> And then i started a lil giggle nder my breath, what is this initiation day? I've been here a thousand times, but now i'm the vic. Wow, i was picked out as a vic. ME, That means they looked at me and saw weakness. I couldn't believe it. So lil homie comes past me and looks me from head to toe and balls his fist. At the same time, i loosing my hidden ASP tactical baton from its holster.<br /><br />Now a second blood walks over and stands across from me. I laugh. Bad stance.I have his whole frontal to destroy. The fist kid stands beside me and leans on the door next to me.his fist are still balled. So i laugh again out loud this time. Bullock is going to kill me about breaking his laptop. the train was starting to move. I been in train fights before this is the time when you strike, between stops.<br /><br /> " You 'bout to get your self killed" I said to the kid next to me while staring at his partner across from me in a loud vocie. People began to go into the other cars. He looked at his boy and just stood their.ong neck he has. I'm going for his throat. His boys m get some good licks on my back. But my forearm on his throat will end his little life. You might cut me, but you'll bury your boy. <br /><br /> "no you can't have my money"shouted loud, followed by a back hand punch to the nose and then a rush in frontal headlock and his mother would be on the news showing a picture of him in a suit saying how much of a good boy he was. while those same friends cried and kissed his cold,hard,dead face. But i'm defensive , NOW, so, i'll let him decide his fate. <br /><br />Nothing. He unballed his fist and stared at his boy. Nobody moved. Then the next stop came,which was my stop. The doors opened and i stepped backwards out and stood there. "yeah you scared you punk ass ni66a"said one of the other foolish ones who didn't approach me. I stared in the eyes of the kid who had siad so much and done so little. all i saw was fear. He wanted a easy vic, someone who wouldn't fight back. But he came close to dying a unnecessary death. with friends who could only hurt me but could not save him. I smiled again" get off the train" i said to the one with the new words. <br /><br />I was chosen as a Vic, WOW, told you i'm getting old. talk to ya later.NycRoBohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12481734476977986599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23014750.post-1145051103085995392006-04-14T17:44:00.000-04:002006-04-14T17:45:03.086-04:00bored ->dumb-> boredumI REALLY MUST BE A WORK- A-HOLIC.<br /><br /> My social life has gone to hell. I don't hang out with the boys no more and when i do hang out the things i used to love to do are getting on my nerves. I spent superball sunday in the house alone typing a report while the superbowl played in the back ground. and i actually enjoyed doing that.<br /><br /> Just a few years ago i loved to hang out in the clubs in NYC. The music used to be so loud that it made your heart pound fast. The hundreds of people all dancing to the same rythm. The thick smokey air and the ever changing lights made the entire experience seem dreamy.<br /><br /> But fast forward to present day. I Went to a club a few days ago. The music was so loud that it made my head throb and everytime someone asked me something i was mad because i couldn't hear them. And that dreamy smokey air has now become a moving cloud of cancer. It stuck in my clothes and came out of my pours. <br /><br />But i guess i'm just getting old and grouchy. <br /><br /> I spent a couple of days in Albany for some Identity Theft training. Identity crimes are the new hot crime of the decade. With the technology advancing and becoming cheaper, criminals have yet another way to rob you , and this time them don't need a gun, knife of any other weapon. The new weapon is a computer. Your computer. When you send your personal information across the internet it is intercepted by these guys who call you up and tell you you just one a sweepstakes,prize, lottery or contest that you did not apply for and then they ask you to verfiy some info. The same info you just put on the net. And sooner or later they are gonna ask you for the one thing that you did not put on the internet. ie, D.O.B, SS# or mothers maiden name. and then they got you. they'll have credit cards in your name before you can call your bank. <br /><br />Well back to my sad as life, you can't fight getting old so you might as well take advantage of the experience you gained and live the rest of your life to the fullest.<br /><br />My new thing is bar hopping. I used to have this weird idea about bars. I thought they were shady little places were old lonely men go to drink their lives away, and drugs and prostitutes were plentiful.<br /><br /> But its cool. It's like a smaller,calmer and quieter version of a club. Young mature adults drinking with friends and having a good old time with the usuals for thatbar. Rags in harlem in a cool little cop bar. Its located across from the 025 precinct so theres never any fights there( unless its a drunk off duty cop).NycRoBohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12481734476977986599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23014750.post-1145050664576863842006-04-14T17:37:00.000-04:002006-04-14T17:37:44.590-04:00the train rideOn the subway. This is a lot cleaner than when i was growing up. theres no more graffiti no more trash in the aisles. I'm sitting here playing the don't look at the person sitting across from me game. You know what i'm talking about. Your on the train acting like your really interested in the stupid ads or the poetry in motion just so you don't have to look at the person sitting across from you who's thinking the same thing, playing the same game.<br /><br /> Theres two guy's two my left front talking loud making all of us black people appear ignorant. I hate it. They are the reason i get a hard time. they are the reason i get followed around when i'm shopping. Then again, they are what i was a few years ago. And maybe i'm just jealous of their sense of freedom. <br /><br /> One guy stares at me when he notices me looking at him. He tries to play hard rock. Pants hanging off his ass, butter soft face, not quiet a pretty boy but he tries. No scars on his hands. No weight on him. that lil 160lbs ain't gonna save ya kid. He's not a fighter. taller guys usually don't know how to fight. the short guys usually are the ones you need to watch for. they were picked on in school and had to prove themselves. Taller guys were feared because the were taller and never fought. i was short in school and i have the scars to prove it. but of course there are exceptions.<br /><br /> I smile, the poor idiots wouldn't know what hit em. his baggey pockets are flat. No hidden weapons, he's been talking for 10 minutes, no razor in his mouth. He would of adjusted it by now. f6ck em.<br /><br /> These dam seats were made for kids. My shoulders are taking up half the seat to my right and half to the left. But people squeeze their fat butts in any way. Then i look at the two older white people. An older man with nice silver hair and a short old lady with glasses. Her white hair looks like a wig. Her hands are bent and showed the results of her many years on this world. The old man is in good shaped for his age. probably never known a day of hunger. Never ate franks and beans or a WISH sandwich.<br /><br /> The train rocks the standing passengers back and forth. the females standing are looking at me like i owe them something. Sh!t. you wanted women's lib, now stand your ass up. If you ain't cripple, old or pregnant you can stand. I just did 16hrs. i ain't getting up cause, you won't even say thank you. A pretty black female in her mid twenties in standing by the door. Her pant's zipper is halfway open. I would tell her but she looks like she thinks she's cute. But , me being mr. nice guy, tries to tell her quietly . I try to get eye contact. She looks at me and before i could gesture to her, she rolls her eyes. "Why you stuck up lil....." she ain't worth it.. let her ride all the way home with half the train staring at those pink lace panties. She ain't that cute.......(With her hairy ass. :)NycRoBohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12481734476977986599noreply@blogger.com0