dirty harry
gorillaz' 'demon days' is an album that kinda defies the RIAA logic - meaning, that their follow-up album is actually better than their first album. which is saying a lot, 'cuz their first album had del tha funkee homosapien and very few flow like del. he's got a smoothness that can jazz you down, but also hip-hop your ass into a jam.
so, as i was walking home on sunday, i got shot in the face with either a rubber pellet (which are actually hard to come by, since they are police issue) or a paintball pellet that didn't explode. i had my headphones on listening to aesop rock and was really into the music, which could prolly be heard outside of the headphones. all of a sudden, something slams into my nose and it feels like a rock. as i instantly buckle to the ground, my headphones are thrown to the ground and i hear some kids scream "OH, SHIT YEA!" and "man, you got that muthafucka RIGHT in HIS FACE! HAHAHAHA!" i check to see if i'm bleeding and i am, so i grabbed the nearest rock and started to run after the car, but by the time that i can throw the rock - they take a left and are gone. i walked around aimlessly pissed - i mean, i was in the RED - and i could only think about slamming a dude's head into his black honda accord. for a second, right after i was hit, i thought - so, this is what a drive-by would feel like, you'd be minding your own business when all of sudden, a sharp pain would just knock you on your ass.
gawd, i wanted to kill a muthafucka that night - thankfully, my friend, daniel, had come up from portland. i hadn't seen him in so long that it made the whole horrible day of events just slip away. thank you, deej!
so these two tattoos are the great representations of tacoma - a working class town that demoralizes you, knocks you on your ass before you've ever gotten an opportunity to stand on your own two feet. gawd, i can't wait to leave tacoma forever.
title: eastside is a muthafucka
medium: marty
