(Ed. Note: Hey folks. I hope all is well with you. In an effort to re-establish myself as a strong story writer, I've decided to shift the focus of my blogs to recollections of the daily happenings in my life. Hopefully you gain lessons from each narrative, but the attempt is to make you smile.)
Last weekend, I visited my friend and We're Just Talking co-writer Ray Bracy at his home. In an attempt to improve our cohesion as a writing team, we decided to start having more face to face meetings and dub ourselves "Ribs and Bibs"(He's Bibs.) Normally we meet on Sunday, but the thought of staying home alone in Trenton on Friday sent me into a bit of a breakdown. Time being a sensitive issue, I made the call to Bracy and he set up a night of NBA 2K12, adult beverages, and hilarity.
It was established early in the trip to his home that this would be a great night. First, I was able to hit all the high notes on the Miguel album. When wearing the special Miguel glasses (Don't they look like glasses you get after getting drops at the eye doctor?), I'm in rare form. In between songs, I discussed the new Drake album with poet and brother Dev Swain, who said it possesses way too much singing. In his words, "Take Care makes Thank Me Later look like Reasonable Doubt." Tough. After debating that, I reached McDonald's, which is a block from Ray's. When I pulled up to the menu, the microphone produced the deepest voice in the history of 10 Piece McNuggets! I thought to myself, "Why is he talking so deep?" When I pulled up to the window, he did it again! Looking like a fake J.Cole. Staring at him in disgust, I took my money, pulled up to the next stop to get my food, and drove off. Three girls were waiting to cross the road to walk in to Mickey D's; I let the two cute ones cross and made the third wait.
When I arrived at Ray's, I walked in and spoke to he and his fiancee, Jamie. "Ray J", as I call them in private quarters, are so complimentary that it seems odd at times. For example, when I walked in, Jamie was playing video games WITH Ray. He's sitting down, talking about, "Baby you gotta rebound!" We played a few games in anticipation of Cephas, Ray's brother and one of the 5 greatest haters in NHL (National Hatin' League) history. Man, when he arrived, I was sure we were about to go to work; Cephas was Penny Hardaway, Ray played as Chris Webber in his prime, and Jamie was Stojakovic. I was the greatest player to ever rock a box fade, John Starks. We can't lose right?
The computer beat the brakes off us.
Magic Johnson was doing circles around our team, and honestly none of us saw this coming. Bracy had to sit down and think about the butt whoopin' that just ensued. After like 3 losses we just stopped, shook our head at the foolishness which is NBA 2K12, and then broke out laughing about the Chamillionaire/Michael Jordan story. All in all, a great day, and I hope for many more with my good homie. Ribs and Bibs, Baby!
Last weekend, I visited my friend and We're Just Talking co-writer Ray Bracy at his home. In an attempt to improve our cohesion as a writing team, we decided to start having more face to face meetings and dub ourselves "Ribs and Bibs"(He's Bibs.) Normally we meet on Sunday, but the thought of staying home alone in Trenton on Friday sent me into a bit of a breakdown. Time being a sensitive issue, I made the call to Bracy and he set up a night of NBA 2K12, adult beverages, and hilarity.
It was established early in the trip to his home that this would be a great night. First, I was able to hit all the high notes on the Miguel album. When wearing the special Miguel glasses (Don't they look like glasses you get after getting drops at the eye doctor?), I'm in rare form. In between songs, I discussed the new Drake album with poet and brother Dev Swain, who said it possesses way too much singing. In his words, "Take Care makes Thank Me Later look like Reasonable Doubt." Tough. After debating that, I reached McDonald's, which is a block from Ray's. When I pulled up to the menu, the microphone produced the deepest voice in the history of 10 Piece McNuggets! I thought to myself, "Why is he talking so deep?" When I pulled up to the window, he did it again! Looking like a fake J.Cole. Staring at him in disgust, I took my money, pulled up to the next stop to get my food, and drove off. Three girls were waiting to cross the road to walk in to Mickey D's; I let the two cute ones cross and made the third wait.
When I arrived at Ray's, I walked in and spoke to he and his fiancee, Jamie. "Ray J", as I call them in private quarters, are so complimentary that it seems odd at times. For example, when I walked in, Jamie was playing video games WITH Ray. He's sitting down, talking about, "Baby you gotta rebound!" We played a few games in anticipation of Cephas, Ray's brother and one of the 5 greatest haters in NHL (National Hatin' League) history. Man, when he arrived, I was sure we were about to go to work; Cephas was Penny Hardaway, Ray played as Chris Webber in his prime, and Jamie was Stojakovic. I was the greatest player to ever rock a box fade, John Starks. We can't lose right?The computer beat the brakes off us.
Magic Johnson was doing circles around our team, and honestly none of us saw this coming. Bracy had to sit down and think about the butt whoopin' that just ensued. After like 3 losses we just stopped, shook our head at the foolishness which is NBA 2K12, and then broke out laughing about the Chamillionaire/Michael Jordan story. All in all, a great day, and I hope for many more with my good homie. Ribs and Bibs, Baby!
Lol @ Ray J. And leave that Jermaine Cole-looking brother alone. Call him "Mr. Nice Watch' instead lol. Great work man!
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