When 2 Ballers Meet

We Ball
This is an excerpt from one of the the many times two ballers just happen to meet.
This usual shit talking was recorded live via aol instant messenger, a look into the mind of two equally hardcore ballers.
Hyaugitable=Gary
and
LesTears =Anthony(Lessence)

Shhhhh, quiet pls.

Hyaughitable: 120 gigs Bitch...
Hyaughitable: I ball
LesTears: muthafucka
Hyaughitable: take it in
LesTears: Caligula bitch
Hyaughitable: I'm cleaning the bathroom
Hyaughitable: army of darkness
LesTears: I BALL, PAGAN STYLE
Hyaughitable: being watched as i type
LesTears: Dawn of the DEAD
LesTears: EAT IT
Hyaughitable: fuck it......
Hyaughitable: Spider-Man 2 bitch
Hyaughitable: yeah
Hyaughitable: i got that shit
LesTears: I got the movie and the game bitch
LesTears: I BALL
Hyaughitable: I got the game that's actually good
Hyaughitable: X-box
LesTears: DAMN
Hyaughitable: sitting on the 120 gig hardrive
Hyaughitable: TAKE IT IN
LesTears: shit muthafucka
LesTears: --the plot thickens--
Hyaughitable: ?
LesTears: thats why i'm getting my dick sucked tonite bitch
LesTears: I BALL
Hyaughitable: no comment
LesTears: hardcore
LesTears: yeah take it
Hyaughitable: consider it taken....for now bitch
LesTears: bitch
Hyaughitable: yeah
Hyaughitable: motherfucka
LesTears: hehe
LesTears: thats how every, "hey man whats up: should go down
Hyaughitable: haha....indeed
LesTears: by first proclaimin baller status
LesTears: intensely
Hyaughitable: still got Lesane? did i spell that right?
LesTears: yeah, and yah
LesTears: downloading another demo from game spot


Ballaz

Against All Odds

This is Gary
International Baller,
Thespian,
Seducer of women, poet, writer, ok dresser,
Young, black, and just don't give a fuck.
A guy who likes others to hear him taking a piss, and a guy who happens to be my best friend.
Me and Gary are also the last of those who once walked tall, yet slightly to the left compliments of various liquor and beer. Occasionally we still manage to get a bunch of no good lackeys to come together and have a good time. This isn't an easy task mind you when you hang out with a bunch of guys who hardly ever get to see some real pussy up close and personal. Sometimes we are forced to use threats, money, or whatever creative form of seduction we can to make this delicate process happen..............
Aww fuckit here a quick run down of those once in THE CLiCK.

The Men

Ryan -The Bitch/especially when it come to women

Matt -The hermit, no one really knows whats going on with this guy, or even how to
contact him half the time.
George -The Tall one, he says he'll show but doesn't, an ingenius manuver mind you. It
completely destroys the prospect of confrontation. I mean hey, the guy says he'll
show. When the party gets going, no ones gonna leave to find him. And much
later when you do catch up to him, the excuse is wide open and your too
exhausted from the other loosers to even debate it out with him. (Plus he's a
really cool guy)
Jim -The guy who's always at work and still always broke. Plus he's like a Gatekeeper
fanatic. I'll give him one good thing though. No bullshit, pretty straight
foward guy.( ex.--Hey jim ya wanna hangout? RePLY-->>Yes/No. Ya gotta
50/50 there , but he's true to his word.
Aaron -.............shit man i don't have enough time to write about how fucked up this guy is.
Maybe i'll just dedicate a post decribing the anatomy of the modern hippy later.

Tommy Flo and Greg the sideick--The same two guys me and Ryan took to a strip club and
these muthafuckaz pull out thier gameboy advances and start link playing, Man right in front of tits and ass?!?!
Need I Say More? I think they'll get thier own post aswell.


The Women-not really viewed as women mind you, due to lack of attractiveness

Angela -Gary's eX girl(hehe take it bitch, you dated this chick)the only chink in his armor,
why he dated this girl no one knows, not even him if you ask me. In a word she's
crazy. Getting a ride from this bitch is an experience, she likes to talk so much it
conflicts with her attention to operate a motor vehicle, and thought most don't say it
she goes to far with all that spirit talk. In the old days she'd be burned as a witch and
if you met her it wouldn't take long to see why.

Nadia -Also crazy. Though I wouldn't consider her a bitch.(She dances behind the fine line)
Never the less Nadia is Muslim, and she doesn't help us understand her religion any
better than the jackasses who flew into the World Trade Center. She has this gang of
brothers that'll fuck you up if they even suspect your more than a friend to her, and
a sister who acts as an informer. I think what i still don't understand is why she hangs out with a
bunch of infidels like us. Knowing we share none of her views what so ever about
living in this fucked up world. Some of Stuarts dying words was to stay away from
shis woman(str8 up). She puts our lives in jeopardy every day just off association.
Of course I will say Nadia has her good moments, though few and in between.


There are others but i just wanted to point out the once key players.
Now, if you pissed you name is on here i have three words for you. Eat a Dick.
Your association with me is public property now, and theres no use in me apologizing about whats already done. Also, if theres something you didn't like about "Me" then put it in the comments I really don't care. Half of you people don't even know who I am anymore, I'm sure much of what you say won't even on reflect who I am today. Besides i think it'll be good content for the page so give it a go.

P.S. I BALL and you know it.




Baller

Good Times

I Balled
This is a pic of me and my pops in 1980 i was well over a year old and ballin on the beaches of Hawaii. Notice the food in hand an mouth. I wasn't much of a messy eater by the way. Also notice the wine in the background and the cool haircut.(I'm sure the hair was tight back then i mean come on just look at a movies of those days.) My moms told me that the guy in Hawaii 5-O wanted to do something useful for his public image so when i was born he came and shook my and hand along with whoever else was in the nusery at the hospital that day hehe "Book'em Dano."
Pops was this big time track star back then and i was pushing a stroller or moms was anyway heh "tool". Keeping with the theme though, me and my pops arent really close anymore so i marked this up as a paradise lost. Not to mention i think it would be cool to remember when i didn't even have to wipe my own ass. Anyway the photos show it all, I BALLED since BIRTH. Hataz take it in.

Next post we get down to business so leave ya sensitivity at the door, Holla!!
young Baller

Driver's Seat

Ya know
The drivers seat can be a hard place to be. And for the most part some people don't like to take the lead when it come to taking others to an undetermined location. And your twenties is something like that. I mean sure we all act a fool when where alone in our own cars, and the panic of being lost is more free. Ya know, you can laugh, cry or just beg god to get you back on the right track. But when you have passengers, things can become quite frustrating at times.

So this pic ( the inside of my honda accord) explains the state of The CLick/Paradise Lost. NO ONE took the drivers seat. We all sat in the back. After Stuart blew his brains out someone just put the car in drive and we all pre-occupied ourselves with each other or just random thought and hoped the car, an instument incappable of decision making, would get us where we hoped to go. Hell if you think about it atleast "Stewy" knew where he was going, even if it was to no where at all.
Hell I think by the time the car crashed (figuratively speaking), some of us werent even on speaking terms.
So, if you have to guess how it all came to an end then maybe you don't understand the purpose of all this writing. So PLEASE leave this page, and never come here again.............I gotta go take a shit.
The Whip

Lost Paradise

What is paradise anyway. Some think it's this place where you do nothing but lounge around, eat all day, go for a swim and walk around with a stupid smile on your face. Some of the radicals have this view of getting set up with like 40 virgins (which is quite interesting might I add) but hey if you need people to die for you....i suppose that'll do it. To me, and in this life I believe paradise is a relic of the past, and besides most of us don't recognize it till it's already passed us by.

My paradise lost was spent amongst friends i thought to be close, and it was good even though most of it was a lie. Riding around in my car and heading to KU to write ryhmes with my hip hop peeps who soon fell off to prison, or having to leave the country. (For real)

So, heres my page of pics and poetry to the good times. This is my first real web page but I'm gonna keep up with it so give me time.
Oh and thanx for visiting.

P.s. I still Ball Bitches