So I goes to Justin’s
last night. I didn’t have any trouble getting in or nothing like that. I
walked in and walked to the bar and ordered a Guiness Stout at $7 a bottle. They were playing D’angelo’s new album “VooDoo.” I was just standing around
peeping the scene for a while. I seen this girl who looked like an enterprising
young lady. She had on a business suit with a nice pair of shoes in my book. “I like a woman who spend a little cash for
her shoes..” (Jay Z “What girls/guy
like”) She had long hair or long weave, whatever the case it looked nice.
She was skinny from what I could tell so I wasn’t lusting after her. She just
looked like somebody who knew somebody who could probably help me break into
the Hip Hop Music production arena. She was talking with different people every
time I saw her. This one guy came up to her and her friends and he never left,
and he was talking to her mainly. After a while I left or just stopped looking
I was standing on the beam in the middle of the floor and I
seen this beautiful girl. She reminded me of Lynette Treason from college. She
had that dark brown complexion, she was slim from what I could tell on her
figure, and she opened up her coat so I could tell she had a little body. After
standing there for a few minutes wondering how should I approach her, I finally
says, “fuck it,” and I goes over to her. I was staring at her and she gave me a
couple of glances back. I went over to her and asked my usual polite, “how you
doin’?’ She started smiling so I figured it was on. I started smiling back, but
then after I started smiling she said “I’m here with someone.” I said O.K. and
left and went and stood back where I was.
Oh did I mention that when I walked in the place Black Rob was one of the first faces I
saw. He was drinking a bottle of something. He didn’t seem to have a friendly
face so I didn’t start talking to him. I just stood there by him for a while.
At one point I did say to him “how you feeling tonight god?” He had his
attention focused on the coat check lady, and I guess he didn’t hear me. I didn’t
attempt to speak again. I walked across the room a couple of times but I didn’t
feel comfortable on that side with really nowhere to stand so I returned back
to my beam by the bar.
I was just standing there trying to see if there was anyone I was interested in talking to. There was this one woman or young lady. She was light skinned, short, nice ass that I liked. She looked mature which is what I am looking for. I thought about talking to her, but she was talking to some older men. It wasn’t really buggin’ me to go and say something to her anyway, so I let that go. After two beers, I went back over to the other side. I heard this guy spittin’ rhymes to this other guy. I figured I’d camp out and wait for him to finish talking to the dude, and I would then talk to the rapper, and I would catch the other guy later and talk to him also to ask him who he was that this guy was rhyming to him. They were takin’ too long so while I was standing there, I noticed this fine honey standing over on the wall with space enough for me to go and holla at her.
I waited a few for these guys to stop talking. Then I saw the honey walk across the room in my direction so I was scopin’ her. When she returned to the wall, I seen a guy who was standing a few feet away from her on the same wall looking at her, but he didn’t say nothing to her. So then I walks over and ask him, “why ain’t you talking to this honey standing right directly next to you?” He says something like he was waiting for me to do it, so I said hey, and stepped over there. I said my usual “how you doin” and what not. It was a pretty dry introduction, but sometimes those are the ones that land you into some pussy. I asked her name and she told me and didn’t say anything else. So I just stood there for a moment and then I started kickin’ it to her about Tuesday nights at Justin’s. She took the conversation over from there telling me that there used to be a DJ but Puff didn’t have a cabaret license for that so couldn’t have a DJ.
After her infomercial about the restaurant, I started asking
her the usual questions: age, occupation, residence, etc. She said that she
worked and lived with her parents, but her real interest lye in starting up a
Women’s Sports Magazine. I thought that was interesting. That is what I like
about N.Y. is that I run into people who want to enterprise and start something
of their own. I don’t want to start shit, but just work for them when they get
their shit. I told her that I wanted to be a Hip Hop producer and asked her
advice on how I should go about doing that. She just told me to start talking
to people like in the restaurant because you never know who was in there. I
asked her if she thought it would be a good idea to talk to people who already
made it who were in there like Black Rob and Little Cease. She said that was a good idea. She made me feel good
and confident to talk to someone. She was about to leave so I asked her since I
had seen this ring on her finger, “friendship ring” she says. I asked her did
she need another friend, and she said no. And come to find out, her twin sister
was sitting right next to her. I told her that since she didn’t want to talk to
me to tell her sister what a nice guy I was, and tell her to talk to me. I mean
they were twins, same everything; what would I be missing if I talked to her
sister? I was joking of course and she started laughing. While talking to her I
spotted this bangin young lady. She had on one of them colorful knit skirts that
I like, and it was knee length. She had a feathered like short haircut, ass was
busting out the back of the skirt, and she had on some leather boots that came
above her cav, below the knee. She had a cute little face.
So after the twins leave, this girl and her friend were standing right in front of me and the girl I liked was writing something down. So me, feeling the alcohol, I started like peeping over to see what she was writing. The first time I did it she didn’t get bitchy or nothing so I did it again. She looked at me and looked at her friend and laughed, and then her friend put her hand up in Martin “Dis” fashion, and put it in my face, touching my face. I figured they were safe to talk to once this guy they were talking to left. He didn’t leave soon enough, so I went over by the door where Little Cease and his entourage were standing trying to get up the nerve to say something to him. At one point I reached over and gave him a pound and said whats up. He was constantly talking to his man though so I couldn’t break and talk to him.
Meanwhile I spot the guy who was rhyming earlier. I walks up
to him and start telling him that I heard him rhyming to the guy earlier, and
told him I was a producer trying to break into the industry, and asked if he
needed some beats. He started talking to me and asked for my number. I handed
him a tape. He told me his name was Camilion. He said he’d give my tape a
listen and he would definitely give me a call. He spit some shit in my ear to
the Tribe ”Stressed Out” beat that was playing. I was feelin’ him a
whole lot better than I am feeling Ricardo. He sounded nice and had skills with
his words like an MC supposed to. After I talked to him I was definitely ready
to shout at Little Cease, but just as I was looking over there, he was headed
for the door. I walked to the back one more time and then left.
When I get outside I notice that the side of the street
where I had parked my car was all clear. There was nothing over there but a
garbage truck. My car had been towed. When I first pulled up, I pulled behind
another car so I assumed it was safe to park over there. I starts walking up
the street to read a sign which would tell the violation I committed for my car
to be towed. At the corner of the street I see a sign that says, “Night
Regulation: No Parking from 11 P.M to 6 A.M.” Where my car was parked I didn’t
see any such sign, and I didn’t worry about it because usually all the signs
say that you can’t park from 7A.M. to 7P.M. So from there I goes to a pay phone
and calls the operator, and asks her for a number to call to get my car back.
The operator had no clue and told me to call information. I called information
and they gave me a number to call. I called the number and it said to call back
during opening hours 8A.M. to 7P.M.
From there I walked down the street to catch the train. It’s a good thing I learned to ride the subway and learned how to read a subway map. If you ever come to N.Y. to stay or for a few weeks, you must learn the subway system if nothing else. With some simple instructions from a friend and a little experience of taking the wrong trains a couple of times, you’ll be a pro in no time. It’s a pretty basic system to learn. About two blocks away was the subway station with the train that I could take all the way to my neighborhood in Queens. I goes down the stairs and the attendant tells me that the train is only running to Brooklyn from that stop and not in the opposite direction to Queens. I didn’t panic, I just walked a couple more blocks to another station, but that station was closed. From there I figured I better walk all the way down about 12 blocks to the 34th street station at Herold Square. 34th street is a major stop, and the train had to be running from there. I asked the attendant was it. She said it was but you had to go down on the Brooklyn side to catch both trains: the one to Brooklyn and the one to Queens.
I catches the train home. I got home at three O’clock and went to bed. I had to get up at six to walk to the train station or catch the bus to the train station. I was prepared to walk, but when I walked outside my apartment, the bus was right there waiting to get on schedule so I hopped on it. I got on my beautiful N Train to go to work. I was gonna transfer to the G Train at Queensboro Plaza but I decided to stay on the N which was going to the same place, but I thought the G would have been faster. I got off the train at 7:30 A.M. as close to my job as the train would take me. My job is out on the water by the Brooklyn Bridge on the pier “pier 3”. I started walking and got to work at 7:50 A.M. My beautiful N Train is what I call it because it takes you to all the main points in the city: Times Square, 34th St, the Village, my job and home.
After sleeping all day at work, I took the train to Time Square and walked to go and get my car. It cost $150 to get out. I got it and went home. If I ever meet Puff, and we have some kind of relationship, I’ll tell him reimburse me for my expenses that night:$21 I spent on beers that night; $150 it took me to get my car; $55 for the ticket I had to pay; $7.50 for the train and bus fair to get home that night and to work the next day, and the $35 I spent on dinner when I went to eat at his restaurant when I was first moving and spending a lot of money. On a normal day, I would never spend $35 on dinner for one, not at this point in time in my finances
IF YOU’VE EVER MOVED TO A NEW CITY, WHAT ADJUSTMENTS: SOCIAL, TRANSPORTATION, DRESS CODE, YOU NOTICED WERE DIFFERENT THAN YOUR ORIGINAL PLACE OF ORIGIN?