Classic, shoulda went triple

My little brother Cameron aka "Ninny" was in the city last week and while we were walking around Allah blessed us with the gift that keeps on giving, Willy Northpole promo posters. The above picture is Cameron in front of a building hyping Arizona's greatest rapper while mean-mugging the camera. Not that Willy needs much hyping as his first album almost went platinum in its first week, and by "almost" I mean it sold 2,496 copies.

Below is a picture of me mean-mugging and repping Phoenix in front of the shrine to a lesser known artist.


Then we took the posters to their target audience, the guests of the Waldorf Astoria. As you can see in the pic I had to cover Willy's face because 50th Street and Park Avenue is the type of place where people will seriously fuck you up for a Willy Northpole promo poster that you ripped off a wall in Harlem.

Ninny also took these dope pictures.

Me mid-Diddy-bop.


This guy painting.


A green car (I took this one).


A helicopter (This is a Ninny masterpiece).

Blog marked up

Normally when I post a bunch of pictures the general reaction of my friends is "that was pretty gay," except in a more hateful tone. The only person who has ever said anything nice about my photos was the man who helped me find P-Mac, Marquitos, who told me they were "Buenas fotos." But for all I know that could have been Argentine sarcasm that I did not pick up.

Below are some photos, some are mine, some are not.

This is a photo from Hewes stop at the JM line. It was pouring rain and I was soaking wet, which made a 5-hour bus ride to Boston that much worse, but I liked this picture.

This photo was stolen from the open casting call for Phoenix-MC Willy Northpole's "Body Marked Up" music video. I thought for a minute on how I could describe such an incredible tattoo, but the comment below the picture on MySpace said it best, "Damb dat shit is fukn tite..." Indeed.


I've said this about others before, but Willy Northpole is the greatest human ever. Aside from DMX on rollerskates, Willy is the only person who can make me homesick. Even though my current city may have had a little to do with hip-hop and the local guys ain't too bad either, but they don't strike that same chord that Willy does. When Willy says "Arizona stand the fuck up" and rhymes about putting a du-rag on a cactus, it just means so much.

Since Fake Rick Reilly and Brandon Jennings are Twitter casualties, Willy Northpole is currently my favorite tweeter, with 140-character gems like:

YO NIGGAS HAVE YOU EVER HAD SEX WITH A GIRL AND SHE START CRYING THINKING ABOUT SOMETHN AINT THAT THE WORSE SHIT i just keep going lol

I LET ALOT CHICKS GO THAT a fuck nigga would probably marry.. with me shit just gotta be right fuck looks i mean she has to be cute but ...

SO IF YOU HAD THE NUMBER CHICK IN THE ASS WAIST, FINE BREADED UP OPRAH STATUS BUT SHE HAD ONE TITTY LOL ill hold that titty with pride!lol

No I have not listened to all of Willy's new cd and I probably never will, it's just that good.

This is a photo I took off my roof of some weird clouds.

This is an old photo from SLAM that makes me hate LeBron James.

This is where I spent the 4th of July. Rhode Island is the truth.


Some nice views.


I don't really drink hard liquor, but it was essential to the picture.


Flipside views


This photo makes me love Melo, but hate myself for having all this time on my hands and still not watching every episode of The Wire.

Pray IV Rain

So yeah, maybe my most recent post wasn't my best work. It's tough put out decent posts when I sit around far too much wanting the world to end in a cool 2012 kind of way*. I figure a good Apocalypse would solve a lot of my problems, which really aren't even that big of problems by any means.

I don't have any terminal illness, the weather has been nice and I don't live in the nearby housing projects. I suppose I really can't complain. But it's still tough not having any conceivable cause to wake up in the morning.

At least I have Phoenix's finest, Willy Northpole's Twitter to enlighten me with tweets such as:

FOR SOME REASON WEN I BUST i want to chick to leave even if im in her house....lol

31 minutes ago from web

ILL CHAT WIT A STRIPPER that has normal convo but the ones that flirt too hard can kill themselves..

about 23 hours ago from web

Also this video of Pacman Jones, Jermaine Dupri and Nelly in da club from the Las Vegas NBA All-Star weekend might be the greatest thing ever. Props to the dude doing the no-look-over-the-shoulder-make-it-rain-move. Very impressive.

Today while on my never-ending quest to find any sort of employment I stumbled upon the store selling the Steve McNair probowl jersey. This time I felt the motivation to walk in and I learned they had seven! authentic McNair probowl jerseys. Do I think that the inappropriate WPM commenter/McNair-killer Sahel Kazemi's father owns the Brooklyn sporting goods shop and wanted to increase the value of his McNair probowl jersey caché so he had his daughter kill McNair and then kill herself as to not make his NFL jersey business boom look cheesy which could have potentially hurt his sales? Absolutely.

Was that the longest run-on sentence ever? Absolutely.

Finally since no WPM post is complete with out a token Brandon Jennings note. I think we should all get behind the Milwaukee Bucks' marketing department's plan to put Jennings on the 10-dollar bill instead of Alexander Hamilton, who was never even friends with Joe Budden.

Some questions: Also why was Jennings not given proper credit for claiming he's better than Rubio and every American is better than Rubio, who was too scared to play in the NBA (OK he just really hates Minnesota)? Is Brandon Jennings the most patriotic person ever? Is it too early to rename the fourth of July "Brandon Jennings Day?" Should we cut the 50 stars on the flag down to 3 (this was Tarny's idea)?

*I would also be cool with aliens taking over the world if it means I don't have to worry about getting a job and working for the rest of my life.