St Patrick's day

Ok so this is a few days late. But as one of my cousin's t-shirts says: I'm not late, I'm Nigerian

Happy St Patrick's day everybody! (sorry, the damn picture won't upload)

Apparently St patrick's day is some Irish parade thing to commemorate the life of this Patrick guy who apparently is a widely known Saint that helped spread Christianity in Ireland. As you know, America has a lot of people of Irish decent. They have the Irish Protestants who were fleeing because of the whole Protestant Catholic beef thing. But also, they have the Irish who came to America to flee the Great Potato Famine.

...I'm not even going to go on a tangent about how America was basically founded by people who fled Europe because they were being prosecuted for their beliefs and other things.
And now America... oh yeah, that's right, I'm not even going to go on this tangent...

Apparently, the Irish in America started the whole St. Patrick's parade thing and what initially was a parade became political. And now It's become a pretty big tradition.

Where am I going with this? Chill, I'm getting to it.

So yeah, one of my ex-roommate hails from Savannah Georgia where they have a whole St Patty's day tradition thing over there too. It's supposed to be some Irish traditional thing but to me the parade (at night) is more like a smaller version of Mardi Gras. If you've had a lot of beads in your possession at one of these events, you'll know that it can be an entertaining parade that is pleasing to the eyes....

...Even though I don't know how they are going to celebrate Mardi Gras after all that Katrina stuff... I'm not gonna go on a tangent on that either but all I can say is "Hillary please! The whole world is counting on you!". Don't let that confused, flip-flopping ass dude and that falling over himself, can't even go claim his own votes properly-ass dude think they... But yeah, I'm not gonna go on that tangent either...

So yeah, having beads at St Patty's can be fun, chilling with my roommate and his buddies is always fun and the whole St patrick's day ambiance is pretty cool. So I found myself chilling in Savannah Georgia for the St patrick's day weekend and we were getting ready to go to the parade that night. The only thing is that my roommate had to work the whole day so he organized for his friend to "show me around town" a little bit while he was working. I had met his friend the first time I went to chill with my roommate and we got along well, so I was happy that we would be hanging out together. The only thing is that my roommate warned me that his friend had "become gangsta" since the last time I was there. Which to me was even better because like I like to claim: I'm gangsta!


So M finnally came through with his big truck, that he didn't have last time I was there, to pick me up and hang out. He proceeded to tell me that he had quit his part-time job as a chef and also had quit University and that now he was "running the streets".

"But don't worry, you're safe with me cuz I'm always strapped when I'm riding"

He then proceeded to reach for his dashboard. The part underneath the car radio that is usually just there and serves no purpose. After a very small amount of fidling with it, it opened up like a little door and what did I see.

A GUN!!

That's real.

When I saw that gun I knew that I was in for a long afternoon....

Our first stop was to go see his "connect".

"Man it all went crazy after I got in touch with this Japanese guy from out of town who sells it cheaper than anybody else in this town"

Me of course the ever curious one:

"So how did you manage to hook up with this guy"

"Well Kofour I can't tell you that, cuz if I did it would mess up my shit, if anybody knew about this guy it would mess up my shit"

So we went to some neighbourhood where he had me sit in the car while he went to some house. When he came back to the car, he came bag with some bags of white powdery stuff...

The next stop was at one of the places M stayed at, cuz apparently he now lived in several places at once.

"I'm bout to go see this girl... This girl shit has gotten crazy ever since I blew up man... It's not even funny. I got so many hoes"

So we chilled with I'm supposing was "one of his hoes" for a bit. Just some regular conversatin' and stuff. And then it was off to the next stop. We were going to see one of his boys, who was kinda like his partner. This "boy" of his, was roughly 20-21 but lived in a nice little house pretty much by himself. M also lived there too.

While I decided to entertain myself with the Ps2 that was laying there (what can I say, different strokes for different folks), those two partners began to bring the white powder (ok cocaine for all you innocent ones out there) out of the bags and kinda compress it into little balls (ok rocks for all you innocent ones out there). And then they weighed them carefully sorting them out so that by the end, they had a lot of rocks and no more powder.

Then it was time for our next stop, where he would drop these bags off with some guy. The guy was standing outside a restaurant and M, got his gun and went out to meet the guy. After they had a quick exchange M came back to the car.

"I just made a thousand dollars"

Next stop was the mall.

"I have to look fly for the parade tonight"

So M proceeded to spend $700 at the mall primarily on white tees and sneakers. That was the first time I saw someone spend so much of his own money on shopping.

After our shopping spree my ex-roommate finnally showed up. And I could finally be out of that car. That was one of the longest afernoons in my life, all I could think about was damn, how am I gonna explan this to my parents if the police stops us.


I was so relieved to see my ex-roomie and do normal things with normal people.
That same night we had to go and get M from jail because he was being held there for carrying acohool on him without concealing it.

Did somebody say Al Capone?