the ITIS

Okay, it's like day three or four, whatever. I have been chillin'. I am going to an open mic tonight. Wish me luck! I like waking up whenever the heck I want. I need to take more of these...um, what are they called...ah, yes, vacations. They are nice. I highly recommend them. I went out with some friends and had all-you-can-eat at a sushi restaurant called Madori, I think. It was so good! We all got the "itis, came home and they are now taking a nap. I can fight my itis better than them. They clearly don't eat out here otherwise that little bit of food we had would not have hit them so hard, or maybe we eat too much in Chicago? Hell no. We at least look healthy. And by healthy I mean obese. I know them anorexic hoes we see on TV do not represent Hollywood, but then again maybe Hollywood should put some normal hoes on TV so we can end that stereotype.

"What is the itis?" you might ask? Well, I am not at liberty to say, but I will tell you this: my mom use to say it and it is short for ni-- nevermind. Ask a Black friend. They will let you know. Yeah, it's one of those words like NI*#ER that only Black people can say. Which is funny because that would imply that we have the power to tell Caucasians what they can and can't do. That's a funny thought.

Anyway, L.A. is cool. At one point I was in a friend's car with two other friends and realized that we were all on our cell phones. I hung up my phone and thought, "Why am I on the phone? Ain't nobody callin' me. Ain't nobody leavin' messages." Then I thought, "Why ain't I speaking propa English?" Is L.A. changing me? Hell no. Well, I gotta go and throw this food up.

- Kevin