Sorry guys, but I’m beat. Between work, moving, and some demented god’s idea of fun in the form of e-fucking-bola infecting both me and Joanna, and, in my case, the return of the Lovecraftian sinus infection, I am calling an brief intermission this week. Real life is just kicking my ass this week. Fortunately, believe it or not, I’m actually ahead of the game, so next week I’m gonna make it up to y’all with a 2-fer.
That’s right, next week we’ll have a 2-for-1 sale on BotH chapters.
And trust me, you’ll love it. Here’s a quick preview:
- See actual illegal activities occurring!
- See someone that is not Gus get lucky!
- Learn why migas are tasty hangover food!
- See CT jump to conclusions!
- See the beginning of some epic 3 book story-arc foreshadowing (provided there is an audience)!
- See Zen and the art of video games in action!
- And see the stupidity surrounding the heist get amplified!
It’s gonna me money, baby!
With the concept of fatherhood looming in the not-so-distant future, getting closer and closer each day, my thoughts as of late have been drifting back and forth. Mainly, I have been thinking on my childhood and what I enjoyed as a boy growing up and wondering if I should expose my future son to some of those things I enjoyed.
Among items of potential sharing is my particular taste in music. I look forward to the time when I can play for my son all the music that I enjoy. It’s what prompted the purchase of the particular piece of (essential) baby apparel shown to the left…the first article of clothing I bought directly for my soon-to-be son Donovan. What can I say? I’m into the golden age of rap.
And….that is exactly what we are going to talk about today. The Old School versus the New School. Which one is which? Where is the deviation? When does old school becomes new school, or better yet, when new school becomes old? I’ll throw my take out there for the interwebs to peruse, as well as a selection of songs that I plan on playing for my child as examples of how (and how not) to rock a rhyme that’s right on time.
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Brotherhood of the Hand: Chapter 8
Wherein Gus is brought into the fold and, surprise, CT’s mouth gets him in trouble.
8
“…yeah, so even though I’m technically out, I could still get called to go to war at any time. But I think the risk is worth it, you know. I mean, someone’s got to do it.”
Gus had some little redhead with a nice rack pinned to the wall. Not exacty my type, even if she had a nice rack, but she was exactly Gus’s type, e.g. female.
“Hey Gus,” Carl said coming up behind him. “Could we talk to you for a second?”
“Guys,” he whispered to us, “can’t you see I’m kinda busy here.”
“Now, man. Come on.”
I turned to the girl. “Don’t worry sweetheart. We’ll bring him back to you in a few minutes.”
We led Gus out into the backyard and around the corner of the house for a little privacy. I handed out smokes and we all lit up.
“What are you guys trying to do to me. I haven’t gotten laid in like a month. If you had given me another five minutes I would have been rolling down her panties.”
“And we could have gotten you two minutes after that,” I said.
“Fuck you, CT.”
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