What better way to kick off the year than to be piss drunk at some strange broad's house with an uber wasted Ben Ghrim? Lemme tell you...we got high at my crib then left to say what it do to some ugly heauxs. I got yelled at for trying to drink from a bottle of Bacardi, no cup, might I add? Haha, so we got cups, me and Ace were fine, sippin' and blimpin' was our expertise...but, Mr.Ghrim, that was his first time with Mary Jane...He got so damn gone, he was sitting on the stairs one moment, then he was gone the next, probably upstairs. The '08 came into fruition and we went back to my crib, my first night in the '08 was spent sleepless, for Ghrim was snoring like a lumberjack cutting down a tree.
(Here you can see Ace on the left, his sweat-pitted chick at the time, my target for the night and a few weeks after, Ghrim in the corner, and my left arm on the right, you see me?)
Osh Kosh B'gosh....I had some of the lamest times of my life at St.Bernard-High School, it was my fault for cashing in my chips at St.X and just plain not going to class at SCPA...you live and you learn. So over the course of the new year, a lot of shit was unfolding. My step sister had been moved to a foster home and such, and my step brother, Stuntman a.k.a Metalman was getting super serious with his girlfriend. At the beginning of my St.Bernard year, I didn't have enough credits to be in 12th grade, so I was given two independent studies to give me enough credits to graduate in the '08 like I was supposed to. Those weren't done 'til the tale end of the school year...
So...the specific month escapes me, ask Esquire or Ghrim, they both were being considered for expulsion at St.X. From what I remember, it was a decent day at my school. I came home to a text from Ace like, the school caught Sheldon on tape stealing an iPod....Let me rewind, Ace and Ghrim had this hustle, they used to jack backpacks for wallets and gadgets to sell or keep. I had no problem, it wasn't me, I pass no judgement. They cut me in, Ace got me an iPod one time, I still got it. He came through one weekend with a 30 GB White iPod, with all the Lil' Wayne your heart could desire on it. Shit went down, he had to give it back, they expelled Ghrim, then Ace. Life changing times it was...This led to Ghrim's parents not being in favor of Ace, it made recording at my crib nearly impossible if they caught wind of his presence there. Eventually, Ace and Ghrim enrolled into Life Skills, where Stuntman also enrolled, legend has it, he only attended for the first three days. Ace and Ghrim finished earning their credits in a matter of weeks, leaving them from May-ish 'til September to start college. By this time, I had been convinced to attend WSU with Ace, Ghrim and Storm at the time. Things changed and only Ace and I went to WSU.
(I couldn't find the black and white handcuffed picture of you, Ace, so if you got it, help a bother out)
Ok, so everything's straight for those cats. Stuntman got caught with his girlie in our room while I was at school, so my mom booted him out the crib, turned out, they were pregnant. Hot damn! A lot of dark shit came to the light, sending my step dad to jail, leaving me to help out 100x more around the house than usual. I graduated, finishing my independent studies the week before. That Summer, Ace and I smoked every weekend, recorded some of the illest songs and freestyles known to Third World Records, and we learned what it would be like to live amongst each other in a college dormitory. Eventually, my mom contacted her friend's daughter to babysit the kids because she saw I no longer wanted to do it. The summer went by super slow as we awaited the day we'd ship off to school. By this time, Ghrim had finally started to show his face in the studio and Johnny Storm had quit the group for unknown reasons at the time.
(A Fixed Game Of Scrabble In The Summertime)
Alright, so, we got M.I.C done, we burned a lot of copies and signed the first copy for memories. Shit was a little slow, see, me and Ace moved into our room early because he had this writing workshop, so we had the opportunity to see campus before a lot of the other residents. It kicked off quickly after that. A lot of talented young women, tree hustlers, ego conflicts and friends. Our third roommate was supposed to be this guy named Chris, he called me a few weeks before school to inform me, he had broken both of his legs in a car accident and would not attend that year...I saw it as a gift/curse. A curse because he was gonna be a cool ass roommate, a gift, because we were two cats in a three person room, sweet! We eventually got a third roommate, this computer using, gaming, PIMP! He's dating a 20 year old teacher, score. As we embarked on this journey, we went to multiple Frat parties, got down with these two hot heauxs(unfinished business), met the Green Team and we had this show we were supposed to rock that was supposed to be packed. Like 7 people showed up, plus Ill Poetic, M.O., his chick and her friend.
(Me and Ace at the show, him showing the Third World chain)
(I may be with all these hot heauxs, but I want you)
(Boogie getting his mac on, taking credit for my bush seat at the box)
(Me and Ace kickin' it at somebody's crib, Everclear is a bitch, FACE....GONE!)
The good times at college started to decline, but they were still there. M.O. started to visit and we got right, that's how we made the first half of The Original Cin Mixtape. It all started with "A Dolla"...wow.... M.O. got in trouble for graffitting "The M.O. Hour" on the asphalt in the parking lot, and Ace and I had a run in with the law. Break started and we've been bored since. I thought I wasn't gonna return to school because I didn't want to, but looking back on all that we've created there, connections, friendships, "Hoes", a legacy, a fake fraternity and such, why leave it behind?
As the end draws nearer and nearer, I can only think of the good things in store for next year, experienced old heauxs, beer pong, sizzurp blunts, getting zooted, midnight booty calls, the smoke circle, and so much more.
As for the pimp move of the year, that one is still in the air.
Is it my move? In the middle of two chicks making out, I go, "Take them panties off,though", and somehow, someway, they came off....
Is it Ace's move? In a mixed group of guys and girls he goes, "I don't even call heauxs, hoes" and the group responded back, "Right, right".
Or is it Ben's move? He brought a proportionate, very nice looking woman to Ace's before they left for the mall where she bought him a Black Label shirt and a black and white Cincinnati 59/50.
All pimp in the most thizzle way, but who will claim Stuntman's title of "Pimp Of The Year"? Stuntman won back in '07 for the same move Ghrim performed, except the chick wasn't that fine, but the hat is super pimp, and she gave us a ride to school every morning, toasty! We'll decide when it comes to it.
The E-M-P'll Say P.E.A.C.E
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