Say What?

Yeah I know I haven't been bloggin all that often lately...a mix of laziness and legit gettin busy with shit. I have a cab license now- well I'm waiting in the mail for it- and in 2 weeks I'll be driving one to make some money since finding a job is impossible. Hell, I only get past the part where it says send your resume ha.

Now, remember the job with the New York Red Bull I was telling you about? They decided to send me a letter- see if you notice the glaring problem with it:

March 25, 2009

Dear DK (nah I'm not gonna put my actual name on here),

Thank you for visiting with us recently and interviewing for the Inside Sales Representative position we have available. While we have not yet filled that position, we wanted you to know that we cannot move ahead with your candidacy at this time. While your background is quite impressive, we do not feel that it matches our needs at this time. Should another position develop that more closely fits your qualification, we will reach out to you. In the interim, we do wish you the best of luck in your job seeking efforts.

The fuck are you gonna send me a letter after Memorial Day post-dated in March...which was BEFORE you STILL decided to interview me AND even gave me a call to inform me that I was a finalist for the job. Is this generic as fuck letter supposed to tell me that yall were gonna lead me on the entire time? What do yall think?

And so on.

N'Awlinz Part II.

The first time I went down to New Orleans was two years ago over the summer. I stayed from Wednesday til Monday and had a dope time. This time though, it was for a different reason. One of my best friends was graduating; so we were gonna do it up big. My best friends all came through this time, instead of it just being me going down. The experience was different- but arguably better.

Thursday: Touched down, got settled, ran to a Sonic. I've never been to Sonic before and as anyone from NYC can attest- you HATE seeing those commercials they have because they make it look so effin good...but the nearest one is in South Jersey. With that said- Sonic lived up to its hype 100%. If they opened one up here...they would be the undisputed kings. You gotta try the cheesy chili tots, their chili cheese chicken wrap, their slushies in particular DEAR GOD. Afterwards, had some downtime and went to one of their friend's houses and took naps/played XBox 360...then headed over to some gym where my boy had a league game. We pregamed while over there ha with some OJ and Kettle One. Went to Ms. Maes on the way- that place got some cheap as fuck drinks for sure. $4 gets you a Double Stoli-Cranberry. Which in other words is 85% Stoli and 15% Cranberry ha. Hit up Club Republic...which is basically Webster Hall South (NOT A GOOD THING). I'll tell ya, the music is 65% Lil Wayne, 20% down south and 15% East Coast. It is what it is though. Late night food was @ Dennys where they fucked up my order even though it took 45 min to get our grub.

Friday: Woke up drunk. Didn't do much of any consequence during the day because my boy had to do quite a bit of running around with pickin up his family and droppin them off at the hotels. Stopped off at a Rite Aid WHICH SELLS LIQUOR. WHAT THE FUCK ha. Then again, that's New Orleans for you. Went to this sports bar and chilled out for a few hours playin pool and watchin the games. Began pregaming at like 1230am back at the apartment ha and went over to Bourbon Street. Sheesh, that place smells like raw ass and it is indeed a zoo out there. Got myself a Hand Grenade from this spot Tropical Isle (that shit will fuck yo ass up for sure)...then went into some random spot where for some reason or another I found myself making out with the Shot Girl and her lady friend ha. It felt like something on TV...except I was pretty trashed.

Saturday: Woke up drunk (but then again hardly slept). They have the graduation ceremony at the Lakefront Arena which is UNO's home arena (I don't even know if Xavier University of Louisiana has one ha). It's hot as balls outside but that's to be expected. My camera's batteries die and I am none too pleased by this. For some reason or another our crew splits up and my team tries in vain for an hour to find everybody (eventually we did but it was too late). We grab lunch over at this bomb ass restaurant downtown rollin 17 deep ha. Finally get back to the apartment where a couple ppl head over to play vid games while the rest of us just lamp watchin the games and debating on certain issues. I won't lie, it was a pretty deep and in-depth discussion that covered a wide array of stuff. Slowly began pregaming again when it was time for the Saturday Night Main Event. We were gonna hit up Metro and some other club but first stopped off at a hotel party. Upon arrival they basically shoved 2 shots of Patron and 1 of Cuervo in like 90 seconds into me ha. Dear God. The clubs were aight I guess but I was such in a haze I don't even really know what happened?

Sunday: Woke up drunk and didn't like the idea of having to go home but it was what it was. Went to the airport and had a Shrimp Po Boy. It was okay, but too effin greasy. Oh and that shit plus a bottle of water was SIXTEEN BUCKS. Travesty if you ask me.

And so on.

The DK and Mets Parallel.

For people that do know me...yes I am a big sports fan in general. But if there is one team that is nearest and dearest to my heart...it'd have to be the New York Mets. Why them and not Los Jankees? First off, I lived in Queens ever since I was 5 and the first baseball game I went to was when I was 8. Most of the time, the Mets have been irrelevant with the exceptions being 1999, 2000 and 2006. Now they are good...but know how to break your heart, to the point where you become cynical of everything. Plus, with events that have happened to me, I couldn't help but realize they are similar to how the Mets have been for the past 3+ years.

2006- A season that was too good to be true. Won the division by what, 14 games? Tied for the best record in baseball (oddly enough with los Jankees) with a 95-67 record. Obliterated the Dodgers in the first round of the playoffs and was supposed to breeze past St. Louis, an 83 win team. Somehow though we lose in 7 games. I have a mental breakdown.

Translation in real life purposes: That summer was probably the best I ever had, livin it up in Manhattan with some close friends, gettin drunk/tipsy 4x-week. Hella relaxin with very little worries. Makin money from the summer housing job AND from Adidas. Lost about 30 pounds. Finally got my troublesome tonsils removed. Started getting attention from girls again. Had a relationship which breezed for the first 4 months but then falls apart in the last 2 months in which you're helpless to defend against.

2007- Although not as dominant as 2006, still appears like another easy NL East crown. Suddenly stop winning. Everybody knows the rest- I'm not even gonna talk about it.

Translation in real life purposes: After shaking off my slow start after March 07, get the ball rolling again. Graduated, had a relatively fun summer even though I was living at home this time, worked pretty often with Adidas so I always had side cash. Not as skinny as I was in 2006 but still presentable. Got involved in another relationship- this time one which I took my time with and felt really rewarding and proud to be in. Began thinking long-term immediately but an epic collapse of my relationship proved my undoing. This time, could not recover and became extra cynical.

2008- Started off slow (43-44) but then caught some fire after a managerial change. For the 3rd straight September had a lead in the division. This time because of injuries and the worst pen in the majors, miss the playoffs yet again.

Translation in real life purposes: Gained probably 20 pounds and could give a shit about myself. Went under a realization period and began doing something about it. Had a job at Crapple. Had my moments here and there but certainly didn't have the magic that the previous 2 years had. Figured shit wouldn't turn out right, did get an internship but lost the paying job. Became cynical again.

Thus far in 2009- Slow start. 10-13 record. Already thinking about September and October as to what will happen. Don't want to get my hopes up.

Translation in real life purposes: Not getting my hopes up for anything.

And so on.