Before the freak show circus that is the “Jersey Show”, which we all watch whether or not we like to admit it or not, before the days of GTL (Gym, Tan, Laundry), before the days of GFF (Grenade Free Foundation), before MVP (Mike, Vinny, Pauly), before the days that MTV depicted all Jersey natives as a bunch of orange, hair-gelled, muscle bound fist pumpers or big-breasted skeezers…there was LL Cool J, the original “Situation.”
Mr. LL Cool J or “Ladies Love Cool James” was the situation before there was the “Situation.” If ever there was a bite on someone’s persona its with this guy. Mike from the Jersey Shore is the no-talent, bronzed, douchebag version of the Run DMC styled soulful lady killer from the 80s and 90s.
Lets run the comparison real quick so you can see what I mean. Read more…
just for me. For awhile there I was almost pressuring myself into writing, but now Ive taken a little hiatus and I feel like Im back in the spirit of what I started this for, me.
The last couple of weeks have been some of the greatest of my life. I cant say they have been overly spectacular or that I have accomplished SO much in this time period, but moreover, they have been exactly how I wanted them, spontaneous and slow. Im lucky enough to have gotten in a with a great group of guys on a beach house down at the Jersey Shore. NJers say “down the shore”, but I cant help but think that there should be an “at” in there somewhere and that these people may not all be there. Grammar came easy for me as both a child and now as a future award winning writer, so this phrase bothers me every time Deaf Smell Perogies and the rest of the crew say it. I may have stumbled once or twice and said it my self, but silently I died a little death inside.
Digression is always a problem of mine. The shore house is in Manasquan NJ or ‘squan for short, and is only one block from the “pay to get some sun and water in your life” beaches of Jerz. I hang there all week hitting the beach, frolicking in the waves, rolling with the squan lifeguards, and generally just live the life that I have always wanted. No stress, no commitments (not that I am afraid of them ladies, its just that Im doing me) and no timeline of any sort. I take Tues and Weds to finish up homework and on Thurs I choochoo home to Hoboken for my Business Law class. 4 hours of class down and Im thinking about how and when to get back to heaven.
Its been all that I could ask for and Im so glad that I have at least another month and a half of this. Im even thinking about grabbing up a place for the winter just so I can keep the ocean and sand in my life all year round. It sounds like a great idea to me and a couple of us are already coming up with a plan to make it happen. I couldnt be happier to be honest and that’s why I am back in the lab posting up heartfelt and hopefully entertaining words for the masses. So I took a little break, but now its time to recap my time away. I hope I can remember
Every time I think this phrase, I cant help but let my mind wander back to the days when I was a little OG back in Compton. The Streets is hot and my boy Ice Cube was on the prowl in his lowrider Impala hitting switches while rolling by the bacon. That, my friends, was a good day.
And so was today. It started out slow as molasses and I thought that I might go insane with sitting on the couch and finishing homework. That all changed though when I got an email invite to a casting call for suit designer Joseph Abboud. Now I dont know this guy from Adam, that’s a Bible reference, but his suits are pretty legit from what I have seen. Either way, I skated out to 650 Fifth Ave at 52nd and took the elevator up to the 27th floor. I felt like a baller bc this place was pristine. Luckily I think ahead because the humidity today was up there. I swapped out a sweaty for a freshy and strutted into the showroom with my board in tow. Read more…