hip hop, Sep 30, 2006 ,11:48 AM

make ya stop at an art/hip hop show held in a church. i walked in vip with my name on the list. that was interesting considering my entourage (if you will): Mac, Justin, some Jamie girl, Will, Sideshow, Tony, and Jon Gonzales and his friend, Rich.

some of the meanest "freestylers" were spitting on the mic that night, not that i would know who they were though...it wasn't dim enough for my taste and we really didn't indulge ourselves in the show.
mostly we stood outside smoking, laughing, joking, and reminiscing about days of highschool, the livingroom, and my old apartment...i will never deny Will's protectiveness over me again, i promise you that (bc when I did, he had a long list that proved me wrong of times when he came to the rescue)
then, all too quickly the road, Newport, to the beach called and our tongues craved some alchy, so we r-u-n-n-o-f-t to the Ocean Beach.--or dog beach or whatever its called, (with the long pier 'n stuff.)
we sat over at Lifeguard post #2.  I learned Sideshow and Will missed the old days as much as I do, and the St. "Paddy's Day of yore" came up where boyfriends were switched  and people were kissed, and the era of the spin the bottle blues, the going to school/work hung over, partying everynight, penises and well, you know-all that jazz.
justin, and this is no new thing for him, attracted a pissant pothead over to our group and conjured bullshit conversations.  for the most part everyone was like, wtf? and couldn't wait for the loser to mind his business.  eventually the mooch r-u-n-n-o-f-t to proly bother some other folks.
drankin some beers and champagne and making volcanos with cigarette cherries as the lava, while chatting it up with old friends at the beach was what happened last night. we were all sitting in a circle, except justin who was puking and his lady friend who was in my car sleeping.
suddenly, the pissant fellow came back and called Sideshow gay several times-pointing an obnoxious finger down at his head.  sideshow's face turned sallow,  he lit a cigarette, stood up, and gave a warning to best not point down at his face again. the pissant didn't listen then called Will gay, then Tony, then Mac. i looked at Will, he was smiling a deadly smile and i knew what he wanted to do. 
the pissant went further and called Sideshow a dancer, a gay dancer...Will stood up slowly, his height and size  more apperant and intimidating with every inch that he rose...then tony slowly rose as the fool kept yapping...finally Mac rose to tower behind Sideshow.  I sat below, watching the event that was occurring before my eyes. the pissant was asking for a serious beat down.  Sideshow, and the 3 other beasts behind him were waiting...waiting for the bastard to execute one final obnoxious finger in Sideshows face. once he saw that he was surrounded, without a goodbye, the shrimp r-u-n-n-o-f-t. I loved what I saw.  it was like the purest example of the meaning of brotherhood to be witnessed.
after the night came to a close, i stared up at the night sky and told myself that like every rare fullfilling moment, this was one friday night that satisfied.