I have come to realize that a lot of good looking people live in NY.
A lot are very hood and you just can’t take them anywhere.
Sadly, you won’t know unless they take a bath and clean themselves up for an event.
They all head to the biggest event,
which is on 1st Saturday of every month at the Brooklyn Museum.
Basically the whole museum is open for the general public.
They have a ton of open mini events,
in the parking lot is a huge party,
and best of all: the iCandy is orgasmic.
Everyone puts on their most fashionable looks,
baby oils their body,
vixens get a fresh weave,
and goes to show out.
It NEVER has hoodrats.
They always seem intimidated to attend.
It always attracts the freshest and finest of the city.
Everyone from gay, straight, white, black, latino, asain, college, graduate, professional…
just come together and get along for one night out every month.
(I showed some visuals here here briefly…)
and a couple weekends to be honest,
I have played hooky for some reason.
I don’t know if it is my mood or the fact I’m “re-inventing”, but I’m not interested.
I don’t know, but I did advise someone to go and I got a nice phone call about it…
So a lowkey Hyena I know in the industry was looking for something to do.
We haven’t seen each other in a while (good ol screening calls).
I was suppose to go, meet up with my mutual friends, but it was like 105 degrees.
One thing you need to know about a Fox is I do NOT do hot weather.
I ended up laying in my room,
while catching up on this show called Scandal.
Today, I got a good phone call…
“so why you aint tell me it was like that?!” – he screamed.
“didn’t i tell you it was serious…?”
“the trade there… WHEW!!!”
“did you stay long?”
“not really. I had to GO!”
“the niggas that were there!
I turn my head and it was fine niggas everywhere.
Outside: fine niggas.
Inside: fine niggas.
In the bathroom: fine niggas.
my poor heart!”
“I told you dude.”
“those dudes that are there are straight TOPS.
downlow dick only!”
“yeah…. i know….did anyone scope you?”
“yeah, but everyone was crewed up so it was hard.”
“yeah and then it is like how would you get the number?”
“shit, the gay party I went to after had nothing looking like that there.
this lifestyle is so depressing.”
“tell me about it…”
Maybe that is why I stayed home.
Although I like going and enjoying myself,
the surroundings are like a Wolf Torture Chamber.
You stay breaking your neck because everywhere you turn is Wolves.
All the MEAT I have shown you throughout the years.
…. all over the place.
Looking like Baller Wolves and Pre Baller Wolves.
All of which are my type.
All of which make me want to be a classless hoe.
They are all contestants in a huge guessing game I am tired of playing.
One that the ending prize is… nothing.
Unless you are a Vixen with a fat ass,
it is hard to meet Wolves at places like that.
It all plays out like one big nightmare.
I’m just tired.
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