Andre and craigslist...

I'm a sucker for craigslist. I've said before I feel that if you pass up a chance to get something when you can for below price on something you want, you've pretty much wasted that money. Although that's not the case this situation, it's kind of a case by case thing.

But anyways I been on the hunt like bald eagle eagle for a macbook pro. After squirreling away most of that suprise $9k on fashion, garage door openers, sneakers, dating and mutual funds. My budget is looking kind of slim for a laptop. I really hate that money can burn like it does.... Plus this sega genesis laptop I use is has lost it's hipster/vintage/kitchy appeal.

So I post on craigslist this 'the craigslist ad'

and I get a txt... 08 model 4g with leopard, final cut pro, CS4, after effects toast and other stuff. asking $600

So my first thought is 'somebody at the art institute either needs rent money or just charged their laptop to the game. Either way... So the chick stays downtown and wants me to meet her at the popular destination lenox mall. So I txt back like...

Perfect, I'll meet you at the apple store.

So hopefully I don't get murdered

Rats...

It seems like since I've been back in atlanta, I've been really unimpressed by what nike was doing. Add that to the fact that I'm trying to add more 'adultish' items to my wardrobe like chelsea boots and seersucker suits. I honestly didn't even know where to go that sold sb's like that. So when I first saw the RESN/'gucci' dunks, I was like I need these. I come to find out that there is only two places in the metro atlanta that sell them.

I see a friend of mine on Fbooky with some and I'm like shit. So I rush like mad and catch a pair, but all the hypebeasts (like myself but just better informed) beat me to the punch and bought every last pair....

Except for mines and the only problem is they aren't my size. BUT my friend from way back has my size and he's willing to swap it out . So yeah..

All the way turnt up

When I first got back to Atlanta, I felt like I was a tourist. I had never been to Atlantic Station , seen what they'd done to Lenox and Perimeter mall, and a bunch of other things... But the music was one of the biggest things. Swag this, Gucci bag that. Black boy, white boy swag... But anyways I heard 'all the way turnt up' by Travis Porter but it was a song that had to grow on me cause I always thought the beat was dope.

But Lupe got on it and scraight shitted...I hope people haven't been sleeping on him cause of the Kanye shit. But I can't wait till 'lasers' drops.

zSHARE - Lupe Fiasco - All The Way Turnt Up Freestyle.mp3

TK at Wish

Late as always I got to the store and that place was packed wall to wall with hipsters in the skinniest of jeans in the wildest of colors. So like any normal person I just stood in line not knowing what the line is for or leading to... So from just talking to people I found out that there was only like 46 pairs and when I got there, there was like 6 left. So I still said 'fuck it' and waited it out. After about 15 minutes in line I'm up front right behind this dude and his girl. So I look at the stash of shoes and I see...Two pairs of 4's, a 11.5 and a 12 (my size) So I'm like hell yeah cause I see the dude in front of me look kind of excited and shit. So I ask him...

Me: What size you wear? *looks down at his feet*

I wear a 12.

Me: ...........

Me: *unctous grin on face* Well you should get the 11.5's and I'll just get the 12's.

*no hesitation* Ok

Me: For reals?!?

Yeah

Me: You're alright! I'm gonna dance at your wedding!

So after a FAA screening type process I got my shoes and proceeded to the 'complimentary vodka bar' which in principle is ran off tips but you know how that goes.... So I'm walking around this store buzzing off 'complimentary' vodka and pineapples and go and check out the 'lab of shoes' downstairs and see... Coming upstairs I see Terry Kennedy and just ask him for a picture on some non groupie ass dude type shit.... So with my buzz on and my kicks in tow I headed out of there and into lil five points a very happy man.

NYE=FAIL

in white King aka the lady killer J aka "hustleboy" Lloyd and Andre

So my new years was kind of a bust...it was a fucking bust but not a complete one...

We were outside of this club at about 11:45 and to the bouncer I ask...
Me:How much is it to get in?

It's only a dollar.
I'm thinkin a bill to get in the fucking club!?! I've got it and it's not really a thing, cause I've spent a hundred in the club getting winehoused and whatnot, but I wouldn't wanna pay that much just to get in the club at all, I mean I could buy three pairs of Levis and a pack of fruit of the loom t shirts. So I was kinda hot that we missed out on partying' on NYE. So we jetted from there and went to Lavish Lounge at about 1 something cause we just wanna be in somewhere and the parking lot was looking kinda suspect...so the bouncer was like
"Yeah people come late like 3...come in."
Whatever doorman...

So from there we went to the Blue Flame and even though scrip clubs aren't my fortay...I'm always awed by them/the girls in there. I mean I don't wanna just stare at the coochie and the vulva and stuff, I do but I don't, it's such a conundrum. So myself and Lloyd's lil bro "Hustleboy" went and sat down in the vip area which was just an area blocked off with like streamers hanging down. So I'm sitting down and this chick Kim comes and sits next to me and we start talking about how I'm "just visiting" and scrip clubs aren't my scene, all the while her and her girls are getting girls and dancers and shit... Which is crazy cause someone was just talking/blogging about metro females...Hmmm

So she tells me "You just need to find a bad ass scripper, I'll find one for you."

She comes back with this semi keut dark skinned chick and she had a ass like a water buffalo and a stomach like "slept in Mc Hammer/Genie pants" I mean it was actually such a turn off cause she'd be turned around tooted up showing the cakes and the labia and then she'd face us and I'd see her stomach..... Her stomach looked like how my mouth feels when I forgot to brush my teeth in the morning. But I grinned and bared it and I told her whoever picked that girl needs to get headbutted!

So I'm still on that same couch talking with Kim and "Hustleboy" and Yung Ralph "the juug man" comes in the vip area.

Ralph is a hood famous dope boy ternt rapper in the same vein as say Gucci Mane, and it was cool just seeing dude in there chillin and kickin it with us cause I actually think dude is nice, plus he was buying scrippers for Kim and her friends.

It was crazy though cause as I was getting a lap dance from Kim, I was more aroused by her and her friends who were fully clothed regular people with respect for themselves and not scrippers than I was by the booty butt cheek naked women. Crazy right. The Blue Flame closes and me and "Hustleboy" get Kim and her friends number before we leave to find some trouble to get into. Then my boy "King" gets a call from this dude who apparently had some girls and a hotel room and didn't think to give us a call till he got mollywhopped at the club tryna break up a fight and in his post ass whooping fugue state he sped off in his car, made a short left down a one way street and smashed into a parked car. He "needed" a ride from his hotel to the gas station where it was parked and wanted up to help him push his car. I was refreshed but still drunk from a backseat nap in the back of the car and I got out and saw this....

I laughed so fucking hard.. I mean it's 5am, cold as fuck and his car is in a puddle of transmission fluid, his fender is poking into his rim and he wants help pushing the car and asks Lloyd to push his truck with his car. What made it more funny was that the girl from the Blue Flame "hustleboy" pulled wanted him to come over and smash and he was missing out with this foolishness.

I went to sleep/woke up to this cute little puppy wuppy please don't let the looks fool you, he's a fucking little monster...

Velvety fun in the velvet room/lounge

This was my first time going to a "grown people club" The Velvet Room or velvet lounge one of the two, and it sucked cause all of my clothes are pretty much altbroish/hipsterish... I didn't wanna stand out like Pootie Tang amongst my friends, so my dog's boy Brandon let me rock his Diesel's in lieu of my Dunks. Nice gesture, but the only thing is that Brandon is a hefty fellow of heavy proportions/a fat boy, so when I say those diesel's we're out of gas and leanin' to the left, them mufuckas were looking like some sad puppys! The sole was like askew from the shoe and uggh!!! I get in there and I already liek the layout. It's got good placement of the bar, and vip is exclusive, but not so much that you can't be seen in there. I really couldn't wait to see how it jumped off when it jumped off, and I wasn't dissapointed at all. I had a damn good time despite the footwear malfunction, and even though I'm never really comfortable "dressed like an adult person" because my spirit is so youthful and free, I did my thing.



One thing I always forget about partying in Atlanta, is that these clubs stay open sooooo late (5:00 compared to the 1:45-2:15 of VA) I mean I was winehoused at one point and every girl I danced with got a nice wine up and near about 4:15 I'm just standing behind girls just staying on beat! I mean I actually clubbed out my liquor!

Big Brandon, Nick, and J

That man Ant's expression (far left) is like the definition of Debonair...the rest just say "I'm winehoused"

Afterwards we went to Ihops and I demolished a "Rooty Tooty"

So what exactly does a space cowboy do?

I'm sitting here at this 5 year high school reunion at applebees enjoying a scrumpcious scrawberry milkshake, and waiting on my hot wings when it suddenly hits me...I don't really care about most of these people/what they are doing right about now...Maybe this has to do with my loaner tendencies in high school I don't know, I'm just a "sometimes ass history major wannabe" not a sociologist. But a few people I recognize by name and it's cool to see them doing good but there's some who's face looks very familiar and they come up to me saying

"Hey Andre what's up?"

Me: heeeeey you! It's been awhile...you...Damn, What been up big dog / girl?

I think this covers me for my 10 year and 15 year and so on and so forth. I might go to the 20 year just to see who ages well...

I'm fresh as hell though and some girl came up to me and was like "Dang you got cuter cute since high school! Let me find out..."

I dont know whether thats Self Esteem +5 or -10

One thing I do know is the most prettiest girl in school is still the most prettiest girl out of school....*zing*

The debauch comes home

My facebooky status now says Andre is officially in Atlanta and heading to pink pony 2! I'm back in the east atlanta 6....it's a bittersweet feeling though...anyways, my ultimate goal is to make it to London (vauxhall to be exact) and hopefully things go my way so yeah....

Anyways I went to the pony and eat sushi, jen bear put me on this "dancer" Star. Body like a shotgun and cuter than a lil bit..she told me to come and see her tommorow, I don't know if that's just like see her as in pay for her or see her as in talk to her while she's not dancing... after that we went to a spot downtown Social, jen bear knows the owners...it's a nice lil date spot/resto. I ate grilled calamari and had a very tasty mojito before we went to Earls in the village and just drank and chilled... came home tipsy but on point and said hey to samantha the dog (who I've been with since she was a puppy in like 2001/2000; and I habve no problem at all saying I love you to her, because dogs love so unconditionally and pure) talked to momsy before I retired for the night....so if there's any debauch to be had this weekend counts me in and I'll be out and about and around errwhere but if y'all know the what's ups and the what's nots let me know!

They say that zip code 30316 (the village) sells the most PBR in the united states! I learned that from a Jameson's whisky girl!

Captain senor mouse

Mom:Andre... there's someone here to see you
who?
Mom:Come and see
Rawr!

Instead of enjoying perculater and wu-tang videos on youtube I'm interupted with some mysterious bullshit!
So I go out and I'm ready to jut say KTHXBI to somebodies unannouced ass, till I see a cute ass lil' chocolate chick with a bob that actually looks good...
then my moms all like "this is Shay, she's been trying to meet you everytime you came here but you'd always miss each other...she's about your age I think. Yeah, her aunt stays across the street. She worked at the bank of america in krogers right there. You might've seen her there, she's a manager of another one in snellville now. She moved out to snellville recently and she doesn't really know anyone.

I swear if I was lightskinned I'd be turning red! I mean I hate akward situations to begin with and here my mom is hooking me up like I'm a prepubescent shy boy and adlibbin everything me and chick says like she's jeezy or something. I couldn't come sideways at her like I wanted cause of mom dukes is just watching me, so I just asked some general knowledge questions; she's jamaican, 25 has her masters in human resources and she wants to be a diplomat when she grows up.

So to leave this circus of akwardivity, I make a store run. It's rainin hella bad so I get a umbrella and walk chick to her car and as she gets in she's like "you can get my number from your mom (pause) if you want."

On a completely not that different note "Puerto rican chick'' calls me and tells me how great puerto rico is, how next time I've gotta come with, and how when I get back she'll be back a week later blah blah blah... I'm sitting there talking to her and I know that when she gets back she could be my easy anytime clothing optional girl. Then I remember she's pregnant with another man's spawn... plus there's JP, I went out with before I left and "she didn't make me miserable, or anxious, or ill at ease. You know, it sounds boring, but it wasn't. It wasn't spectacular either. It was just good. But really good."
So yeah...

A lil 2L;2R but there's pics!

Last weekend was great! Me and my dog nick went to a cool spot called 'stats' downtown, it wasn't what I really had in mind cause I was "dressed up" and wanted to dance-dance. But we just kicked it like gentleman thugs and had a good time.

I get back to the house at like midnight and I'm still kinda on Va time where I'm like "oh no! I gotta rush to the club, I've only got a hour and a half of party time!" so decide to go to primetime cause it's right around the corner and if I do get winehoused it's a short drive back. So I pull up and am like dwaaamn, cause the normal people line to get in is still thick as fuck. So I avoid it and hit the special people line and walk scraight in...

It was just like it always is, hooder than a lil bit. And I'm dressed for downtown, so all kinda looks are bouncing off of my dolce's...
And the only two white girls in the whole club were in a cage, dancing like their lives depended on it.


So my big sis gets in and we spend all day in lil' 5...



eating indian food, this store that's shittin on Commonwealth called Wish with a secret underground shoe chamber;



Junkman's daughter, criminal records where I finally bought that J*davey. The world's best thrift store where I bought a suede jacket with the elbow pads and I gotta go back for a leather members only jacket that fits me niiiice.


Headin back to the house I get a txt from a friend of mine from middle school and high school "Danielle" I ran into earlier that week on my way to get my headchopped and we txt and she's like this chick from school is havin a birthday party in underground atlanta.

So me and sis fall in there and it's niiice, so I proceed to consume and I find out "sis" is a dancing machine for real for reals!

Sis and her Z PHI B's (no skee wee here)


Then I see danielle and she looked like a plate of white chocolate macadamia cookies,

I mean she looked real good, cause I remember in school she was always tall, yellow and slim, but now she's tall, yellow and thick and it's a real good look on her.

We rap a tad, and shes like "I'm a AKA and aspire to be a judge blah blah blah" real cool convo though. The drive back home was hell,we got in at like 4:30 and I didn't feel any of the screwdrivers till I sat down in the car...

Then Jen Bear came through hella early waking me up at like 11 to go to Tennesee for white water rafting!

What's up with the cookie?

With a name as cool as Lupe Fiasco and a 1/4 of the lyricism. I'm always suprised that girls fuck with songs like these, like last night this started to come on and hella girls were like "This is my shit!"... I remember the first time I heard "dump dat dick" it was just like that too.

I flucks with this song...Yeah, it's not real hip-hop,and it's pretty misogynistic but I like.
What do y'all think?

I love Winehousing!

So far my time here has been hella chill, I've been learning new things every morning while watching Cash Cab, borrowing the car and doin chores around the house. Just change cash cab to miami vice and I'm 17 again!

My rental property is this| | close to getting a certificate of occupancy, it's in "the bluffs" right by CAU and it's crazy cause it's three blocks from the Dome, starbucks and a publix but it's slummed out for reals! I've been waiting for 3 years and I hate to say it but gentrification can't come quick enough!
Circa 2005


Circa 2008


Anyways I picked my boy Jerrick up and we went out to the Pink Pony south (where Jen Bear owns the sushi bar) to chill and get our free eat on. I like to look at the punani don't get me wrong but it's like on the very rare occasions when I'm in booty clubs, I hate feeling lumped in and being written off as a trick just for being in there, plus I just feel weird eyefucking them, but I do it anyways cause I don't wanna look out of place or arouse suspicion.

So I'm chillin with J and Jen eating sushi in the scrip club, and Jen put me on front street a dancer who was killing the pole earlier..she's got my number so I'll hold my breath for that!
I left super lit, and me and Jerrick stop at this gas station, where a near by club let out and we just clowned...I had a pocket full of these...

so I'm like yeah I bartend there, I'll call you when I'm working and all sorts of fuckery... so yeah it'll definitly make for interesting convo...

My "big sis" Krystle is comin down from boondocks Ga, this afternoon...and she tells me she goes super hard, so I see a weekend of winehousing ahead...

Graphity

Hopefully y'all don't have a case of the mondays but if you do, oh well. Anyway this mornings hotness comes from yours truly. It's my sketchbook from like 10th to 12th grade... It's crazy how I don't remember things by year anymore when it comes to like 99 through 03, Like when we have arguments about albums comin' out or whatever I'll always be like "Nah mufuckas was wearin' chinese hats and shit so that was in like 10th grade, so blah blah blah..." but anyway I digress my tag was Oreo but I didn't wanna be a shark ass dude so I chose Vile,and I picked up Hella like in 2nd semester 11th grade. I used to destroy Marta when I was in 12th grade, so if y'all are at Indian Creek Train station, Kensington train station, avondale train station or the 116,8,115 or the 2.. Well not as much the 2, but you might be lucky enough to see my vandalism!