Drafting, cooking, directing, writing, sarcasm, wrestling, graphic design, the entire brazillian woman's volleyball team naked, heat, thunderstorms, barbeque, comedy and quality.
I'd like to meet:
I would like to meet all those B-Boys from the South Bronx that I grew up watching on the news... Growing up in the Bronx it all seemed as if it was a world away when I figured out years later that it was less than a mile away. You had a group of poor kids from the Bronx exploding on to the scene at some of the worst of times. They got together every now and then to relieve a little of that energy that builds up in someone that young and stress that builds up in someone that poor with crazy dance moves and a new look on life. With the Good Guys comes the Bad guys and for me it was those figures in politics who were the Bad Guys including at that time a worthless Mayor who seemed to be scared of his own city.Ed Koch who’s every other word out of his mouth was, “Uhhh...â€. A man who couldn’t run an Easy Bake Oven just as much as he couldn’t run the city he was elected to. He very much struggled to appease and my God I have never seen Down syndrome so down before. You had this man as the head of a major city who couldn’t push a thought with a team of ghost writer’s and then you had several miles tucked away in the city a bunch of poor kids out on the streets having a little fun not knowing they were helping to lay the foundation of Hip Hop. They managed to contribute more to our culture and economy then the old men who tried to put a stop to it all. It was so close to me. I wish I could have had a hand in that. I wish I could have been there on Sedgwick Ave. at one of Kool Herc’s party’s watching those break’s. I wish I could have been there those night’s at Rock Steady Park watching Mr. Freeze, Crazy Legs, Mr. Wiggles and Frosty Freeze burning up their shoulders, kicking up and twisting concrete. With it came the music. With it came the culture. With it came the art and the clothes. They were laying ground by taking it to the ground.You may call it “Old School†but I call it “True School†because I can’t say much for today’s Hip Hop. If only gunshot wounds were talent. You wonders of Hip-Hop jump around a choreographed party scene dripping of cash and jewelry pissed off that you got shot. Sorry fellas. I can’t relate. It isn’t my fault your dumb asses can’t die of a gunshot wound. Keep that shit out of my music. Your about as Ghetto as those Boardroom Jockey’s that sign your checks with music toned down just enough not to scare away the teenager's. So you can take your platinum chains, your hot cars, your parties, your pools, your bling, your mansions, your yachts, your angry friends, your gunshot wounds, your duffel bag of money and you can Hip Hop your ass off a cliff because the freshest kids came out of the Bronx with little in their pockets and at the end of the day when they went home to their ghettos where the cockroaches have fleas, they were ready for a world that wasn’t really ready for them. They created something from nothing and I can relate to that. That is why my love and respect remains with them to this day.
Music:
Just a little bit of JAzz.
Movies:
Ghostbuster's, The Incredibles, A Christmas Story, It's a Wonderful Life, The Odd Couple, 1941, It's a Mad Mad Mad Mad World, The Goonies, Nacho Libre, Mutiny on the Bounty, Tales of Manhattan, Experiment in Fear.
Television:
Tom and Jerry, that T-mobile commercial with the girl in the cheerleader outfit talking up her minutes. Oh my God that kid is hysterical. The lesser faggy shows on the Food Network where the cooks don’t have that eerie and quirky voice to them and you can hear the sound when they lick their fingers. The Geico commercial with Little Richard.
Geico Commercial - Little Richard
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The Old Spice commercial with Bruce Cambell.Bruce Campbell Old Spice
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Add to My Profile | More VideosThe Texas Double Whopper commercial. I use to stay up late nights to watch the old ECW and then Mystery Science Theater came on right after that. That was great shit. X-play and Attack of the Show.
Books:
The Time Machine, To Kill a Mockingbird, The Illustrated Man, A Christmas Carol, Lord of the Flies( Nothing like a group of rich fucks trying to kill each other), Book of Soups by The Culinary Institute of America, The Complete Book of Soups and Stews, Tom Fitzmorris’s New Orleans Food, The Halloween Tree, Morton’s Steak Bible, The Columbia Restaurant Spanish Cookbook, The Outsiders, Animal Farm, Something Wicked This Way Comes.
Heroes:
My hero has to be my big Polish friend Mikey. Yes Mikey it is true you are a hero to me. You work hard and get very little in return but nothing keeps you from being Mikey. You're strong willed and have a thick hyde that is easily recognized when you're in the darkest of hours. And yes even though you are not a good example in proper diet which makes me eat that little extra and bulk up to the three hundred seventy five pound beauty I am today, you still give me hope. You inspire me to get out there and work alongside of you out of respect for the true champion of the downtowns that you are. You have a wonderful family who pushes you in the right direction and one of those mothers who when you hug her you just want to sink into her arms and never wake up. I look up to you with admiration and envy. You have to see the things I do to get out of my social obligations but when you're in town I feel as if it is my duty to meet with you and give you a little something back. Yes Mikey... you are my hero. Now get your fat ass over here to the Bronx and teach me how to fish.
