razor13

last night i fell off the wagon and broke my fuckin' neck, and then the wagon rolled on over me at six in the mornin', police at my door, fresh adidas crawl across the bathroom floor, out the back window to make my escape, didn't even have a chance to grab my old school tape, i reference that line a lot, i was at the radiotron across from macauthur park back in 84 when ice-t first broke that rhyme, it has stuck in my head ever since, especially after he put it on wax, as we used to say, i was at the silver lion in oakland last night and it was miss mikki and gonzalo's b-day and jamal let me run tings for a minute and my ex, danyelle was behind the bar and we haven't been talkin' cuz she was mad about somethin' and there was a lot of folks i hadn't seen in a while from econochrist, grimple, strychnine and such and the next thing i know i am rolling dice in the back draining a bottle of martell and i have not been drinkin' for a minute so it was not attractive, at least i had the common sense to avoid hard edges and powders, and miss mikki was sober and melancholic and i started talkin' about a new tatoo i want her to do for me(cuz' she is pretty fuckin' awsome tat woman) and then i realized i was drunk for the first time in a while talkin' about tatoo's to my friend on her birthday while she is sober and that is her everyday job and i felt lame so i shut the fuck up and went outside to catch fresh air when 2 of oakland's finest roll up and do the whole "let ze de papers" routine and i'm thinkin' fuck i think i got a warrant and i contemplate bolting, but i catch another cruiser coming around the corner so i comply and wait to be judged and gunshots ring out of the parking lot bhind the bar and a car smokes its tires down the block to shattuck and heads right towards berzerkeley and i am left holding my i.d. in my hand feeling this wierd deja vu and watching the cops engage in high-speed pursuit and i figure once again someone else's misfortune is my break and oh boy, i can't wait for that karmic wheel come around for me, i am sure that pass wasn't free, no telling what that kinda karmic amount a break on a friday night is gonna cost, and then i walked back in the bar drank til 4, went to mark and ira's pad down the street, drank budworser's(that is always a sign that i am not doin what's right, which makes me think about my partner lefty, cuz he ain't right) went into the bathroom with this crazy chick that was talking about blow jobs, and when we get in the bathroom she pull's a plate outta her purse and rails some ye' up and i'm tempted for a half second and then i remember i came in here for a blow job and i mention that and she says if i don't do the dope with her then its off and i could have used a blow job, but not that bad, and i was tempted to just whip it out and go "well fuck it then, i'll just do myself" and spit in my hand and rub one out, cuz she had that caught in the headlights kinda look that told me she wouldn't be able to get all her paraphenalia together and get out before i could finish, but then i remembered my karma check that was gonna come due at any moment and i decided descretion being the better part of something so i just lit up my blunt roach and watched her hoover about a 1/2 g and when she started lookin' at herself in the mirror i knew i had to break up the party, so i tell her we should just split in case someone wants to use the bathroom and she is like "what about your blow job?" and i shot back "i thought a hummer was out of the question?" and she came towards me without saying a word and took my 1/2 full room temp. bud out of my hand and downed it as she kneeled in front of me, crushed the can and tossed it aside and started undoing my zipper, she does an impressively good routine and right when i say i am gonna cum she pulls her head back and says "i wanna swallow it" and proceeds to throat it all way and nature's trigger is pulled and almost instantly she pulls off and turns to the toilet and starts puking, and i look down at her and ask if she's all right and she flips me off while she is heaving and i notice there is a bit of my load goin' from her cheek to her ear and dripping off her earring and i feel a lil' dizzy so i open the door and leave and as i exit and hit the sidewalk at 6 a.m. with snail tracks all over my jeans that i haven't even zipped up, it hits me.....karma...there it is....