Hey, yall know I was kicking it in the Cliff yesterday with my cousin, Cowboy. And those of you who know him know hes consistent. Two things are going to happen EVERY time I get in the truck with him. Ive gotten used to it; (1) Were going to run out of gas at least twice and (2) somebodys going to be mad as hell at him about money hes been owing them and havent paid them. Dude doesnt understand that hes not getting a full tank full of gas for 5 bucks. Hes smart enough though to keep $5s worth in a can on the back of it. Anyway, Paula Renay Houston, he and I was Fred Sanfording it down Ledbetter when he asks, Aint det yo fren over der? I look over. Lo and behold, bless be to good fortune, it was the good councilman again, Dwaine Caraway, gangsta-leaning against a pole and talking on his cell with a smile spread across his face. In my mind Im wondering if Ol boy ever work. Then I realize its lunch hour. So I say to my cousin, Hes not a friend of mine, he represents your district. Thats true. Dwaine and I are not friends, we just casually chat from time to time. Ali Berhane, like you, I like the fellow. He reminds me of Herman Cain. But again, dont nothing put a smile that wide on an aging players face but a pretty young thaing hes got tucked away somewhere or an opportunity for big dollars has presented itself. Ol boy is a politician after all. lol. But then, so is Pauline Medrano who represents my district with her crooked ass. God bless the President ad God bless us all!
Posted on: Fri, 26 Sep 2014 16:19:24 +0000