Thursday, October 21, 2004
carlos beltran is a robot.
saddened, the people realized this was Wu-Tang's last show.
so, i was getting gas in Houston on Sunday, minding my own business when i see a shiny black Hummer drive up. "only rich white dudes or celebrity minorities drive one of those", i thought to myself. in between thinking about how shitty this city is and where my glasses were, this guy opens the door and his seven-foot frame stretches out. after i wiped the shock from my eyes, i got giddy and just stared. and stared. this was a dude i grew up watching, had his NBA cards and laughed at when the Rockets took them out in 1994 (whatever happened to John Starks?).
and here he was. in Houston. at a gas station.
so, i said "hello" and Patrick waved back at me (he was on the phone the entire time) like a cool ass motha--shut yo mouth.
i think im a magnet for sorta-famous people. in the last couple years i've run into Luke Wilson, Cafe Tacuba, Dave Chapelle, Beau Sia, Jimmy Fallon, Patrick Ewing, Gustavo Santaloalla, that girl with the moustache in Le Tigre at that movie theater in Chelsea and Chuck D.
on to something less Hollywood in scope, how sweet is this year's postseason??
i knew it would be the year of the underdog. Houston/Boston.
thats why Wu-Tang called themselves Killa B's, people.
no, really.
it's October and baseball is in the air.
breathe, bitches, breathe.
