Ode to the Prime Minister of Mali

Or, as I like to call him, Big Daddy Ousmane:


Risin' up, back on the street
Did my time, took my chances
Went the distance, now I'm back on my feet
Just a man and his will to survive!


So many times, it happens too fast
You change your passion for glory,
Don't lose your grip on the dreams of the past
You must fight just to keep them alive!


It's the eye of the tiger, it's the cream of the fight
Risin' up to the challenge of our rival
And the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night
And he's watchin' us all in the eye of the tiger!


Face to face, out in the heat
Hangin' tough, stayin' hungry
They stack the odds 'til we take to the street
For we kill with the skill to survive !


Risin' up, straight to the top
Have the guts, got the glory
Went the distance, now I'm not gonna stop
Just a man and his will to survive...



...or at least that's what was going through my head when I saw him exit his limo the other day.

His story.

/workplace ennui

Can I get a hell yes

Mayor of a great city ---> Lt. Governor of a great Commonwealth --->

you're the man now dog.

Well done.

Google Earth is a lying piece of shit

...and that's all I have to say about that.

J 8-282 wins the day

/you win 20 oz coke product

OMFG i won tEH COEK !!! LOL!!!1

Early to rise

Over the past week, starting at about 7:00 daily, my friend The Sun has been peeking its bright fucking face over the rooftops of the rowhouses across the street, in through my window, and directly into my left eye.

I've decided to embrace it. The past two days I've actually been beating the Sun by a good hour or more... everything is so quiet then.


/gotcha, bitch

It's nice.

J 8-282: the saga continues.

/drink Coke play again