Monday, January 31, 2005

50 Cent Chicken Wings and Violence

About 2 and a half years ago, an african-american male from the New of York, decided to rob a chicken joint called the "Fry Basket", located in Chesapeake, VA. The Fry Basket is located in the Great Bridge section of Chesapeake. According to eyewitness accounts (people I know) and police reports, it is said that the individual robbed the chicken joint and was swiftly approched by a Chesapeake Police Officer while attempting to leave in his vehicle. The not-from-around-the-way thug pulled out his la pistola and proceeded to attempt a 187 on the officer. To the dismay of the petty thug the CHPD officer was able to radio in to the dispatcher that he had been shot and that he needed back-up.

As soon as the call was recieved the CHPD proceeded to dispatch the entire Great Bridge precinct on this lawless man. When the CHPD arrived they chased the perp on foot. Evidently the perp had watched way to many flicks because he decided that he would shoot his way out of this problem.

Loc Tip:
[Now, if you are a criminal and you want to do crime in VA, I recommend that you do not commit any crime in the City of Chesapeake. Why? Read on...]

The officers then proceeded to unleash a cascade of bullets, the likes of which had not been seen since the Civil War, on the individual. He was left with his leg shaking in the parking lot of a well known grocery. He was later air-lifted to Norfolk Sentara where he survived his 23 gunshot wounds.

Why have I told you this? Because it points out a trend. A disturbing trend. A trend of people trying to attempt crime in suburban areas. This trend and behaviour is fruitless. However, I feel that there are a few rules you must abide by if you choose to "Robin Hood" the burbs.

CRIME RULE NO.1

Suburban cops will oil (shoot) you up!!!

They have nothing but time on their hands. And to be honest, they probably haven't shot at anything since the training academy. Hell hath no fury like a bored cop.

CRIME RULE NO. 2

Find out how far a police station is from the location of your theivery.

Why? If your dumbass wants to rob a place next to the police, who am I to stop you.
In this example, the police station was approximately 1 minute and 43 secs from the scene of the crime. That is a damn shame. It's okay though, If you feel like you can do it and you fail, Bubba with the size 32 feet will be waiting for your sweet ass in the penn. Holla.

CRIME RULE NO. 3

Do not rob a chicken joint in a white residential area in the suburbs in the South.

Everybody loves good food. But in the South, white people love chicken and soul food. Some of those same white people love guns and may belong to the National Rifle Association (NRA). Heck, they may a gun rack in their truck or Ford 500. If you want to see what might happen to you, play the video game Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas. Go to this place called Whetstone in the game and rob the "Cluckin' Bell." You'll see.

CRIME RULE NO. 4

Leave your rep at home.

Like the previous criminal, if you are from N.Y. and you occasionally travel out of the state to do crime. Please do not assume that there isn't much under the sun that you haven't seen. True, you may have the "big city advantage." True, you may have the N.Y. state of mind. But guess what homey, birth certificates get cancelled every day no matter where your from or at. Thugs I used to know had that same attitude. They relished in the chance to be the man. But the reality is, no one gives a damn who the hell you are period. A bullet has no name and cemetaries are full these days with people with reps. Don't be one of them.


Live your criminal life by these rules. They aren't greivious. I'm just trying to see my people stay alive for 10 more years. After that, your own your own.

And to think, the wings that day were on sale 5 for 50 cent. Damn.

Outro: Notorious B.I.G - "Everyday Struggle"


Sunday, January 30, 2005

Another Blog Y'all

Hitting you again with another blog ya'll. My boy Devo got a blog. Check it out at http://profiles.myspace.com/users/6999469. He got some stuff ya'll need to get up on. Check it out. Also, the status of my website is up in the air right now. Having some technical issues. So I'll holla later on that. Plus my life is a little hectic right now. Hit up that blog ya'll. Ya dig!!!

Sunday, January 16, 2005

www.chrizworld.com

You can now access this blog by typing in www.chrizworld.com. It will send you here. Also check out my boy McMeezy. You will be delighted. The addy is: http://realmccoy.tk
Also, I will be putting up my website by this weekend. It's my first effort so please don't slam me just yet. Stay tuned!!!

The I-64/95 300

By the driving styles of particular vehicular patrons in the state of Virginia, you would think that you are in a NASCAR sanctioned event. From Hampton Roads to Dulles, the highway action is non-stop tom foolery. People cutting you off, weaving in and out of traffic, tailgating, flicking you off. It's crazy.

Hampton Roads traffic is like being in a formula one race because the Virginia Department of Transportation (VDOT) doesn't have their ish straight. They have been working on a stretch of highway, that runs from the Hampton Roads tunnel to Williamsburg, for 30 years!!! 30 years!!! Some people weren't even born yet. Heck, I wasn't even born yet. The grant total of that project is this...THEY STILL HAVEN'T FINISHED!!! Ohh, but don't worry. VDOT will come up with a new traffic pattern that will bring you closer to the "light" at the end of your life. There is this one exit where you have to de-accelerate from 55 (or 80) mph to 30mph within 20 yards just to make the exit. The exit is extremely narrow. This exit leads to I-664.

When you get past the rally circuit in Hampton Roads, you've graduated to straight up NASCAR action when you hit Williamsburg. Get past Busch Gardens and you can hit speeds anywhere from 60 to 100. NOTE OF CAUTION: DO NOT SPEED IN THE NEW KENT AREA. Everyone I know has been pulled over at least once on the New Kent section of I-64. That area has cop's that bet on horse races and eat donuts there. So they have nothing but time on their hands. They will catch you eventually.

Then you hit Richmond. From Richmond to Springfield (the I-95 portion) you are liable to blow a valve gasket in your car. People drive no less than 75mph there. It's that way even if they are going from one exit another in a 1 mile span. On this strech of highway, I got flicked off by a lady who had to had been all of 62. FLICKED OFF BY GRANDMA!!! Damn, what world do we live in where you can get flicked off, because you ain't driving fast enough, by grandma. It just ain't right. If your lucky you may get chest flashed by one of Osama Bin Laden's daughters, but I'll save that rant for another post. It is a NOVA thang, I don't wanna understand.

My general feeling is this...SLOW YO AZZ down. Where are you going? Do you know that you have to average 95mph to 105mph just to make a mile difference on a 10 mile trip? Trust me. You will get where your going. If your wife is in heat and says get home soon, and if she ain't playing about it, everything will be alright. She'll still be waiting for you. After all she contacted you! If your house is on fire and you've been contacted, chances are there is nothing you can do about it now. Calm down. There is no need to kill other people in the process or have your birth certificate cancelled because you flicked somebody off.

Time is important to us all, but remember this when it comes time: YOU CAN'T GET IT BACK!!!

Outro: Outkast - "I Like the Way U Move"


Monday, January 10, 2005

Worldwide Clowns

Life can be so funny sometimes. Especially when there are people who squander their opportunity to have a really good life. These people can come in the form of politicians, actors, musicians, and well basically...EVERYBODY. What is a great term for these individuals? CLOWNS!!! That's right clowns. Why? Well a clown is ridiculous. The sad fact is a clown is meant to be just that. He makes you laugh because he looks foolish. They usually work in the circus (pay attention to the word "circus") . And last but not least, clowns usually do something to make themselves look like a jackass (a donkey or whatever you want to apply the term to).


Clown No.1: Michael Jackson (a.k.a. Jacko)



How could a grown ass man want to waste the opportunity of being the greatest and richest entertainer alive for the sick, insane, and perverted pleasure of allegedly molesting kids? Why would someone who is 45 years old keep company with kids who aren't his? Heck, why would the parents of those kids let them go to Neverland Ranch knowing their kids may "never" be the same again? Now he's facing the trial of his life against a Santa Barbara D.A. that will do everything in his power to see MJ in a real life "Oz" situation. Personally, I can't front, I'm a MicJac fan. But ever since the Pepsi commercial shoot, where his jeri-curl caught on fire, he's been a nutball ever since.

Conclusion Numero Uno: He's a CLOWN!!!


Clown No. 2: Ashley Simpson (a.k.a The No Talent Trick)




Ladies and gentlemen...Ashley Simpson...BOOOOO!!!!

How in the world could you be the sister of blockbuster, multi-platinum artist Jessica Simpson and be vocal disaster. True, just because you're a relative of somebody famous doesn't mean you can't do what they do, but still, get a vocal coach. Go to vocal school. Let your dog sing. If you bless the mic with your hot breath and you can't make worthwhile note come out of your throat, your just making the mic stink. Learn how to sing or stop singing. Well, I guess it's too late for that. When comes to music you only get one shot to court the public, but Ms. Simpson blew her chance. So in the court of public opinion...

The Verdict is: She's a CLOWN!!!


Last But Not Least...
Clown No. 3: Kobe Bean Bryant (a.k.a. The Great Fake)



I think the above picture says it all. However, let me preface this by admitting that I am a rabid Laker fan. I, like 14 percent of the country, thought that Kobe could be the second coming of Michael Jordan. But then he cut his hair and went crazy!!! He started beefin' with one of the largest centers in NBA history in Shaquille O'Neal. He started beefin' with one of the most successful coaches in NBA history in Phil Jackson. Then he got married and cheated on a dimepiece with a girl who falls way, way, way, way, short of dime. Sorta like a pennypeice. And now a message from our sponsor:

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Please know that you reap what you SOW. So if you sow freak, you'll reap freak and your wife may not be a freak. I'm not saying that your wife may not be a freak or shouldn't be a freak, but if you've slipped the ring on the finger and it doesn't pan out that way, don't ruin her life and yours just because you are a freak. You gotta control the behavior man. Marriage is a serious thing. And now back to your local programming...

The moral of the story is this. WHAT IS HE THINKING?!?! And that's is how the public feels about him. All he had to do was keep his image clean. That's all. Just that simple. But the "power of the booty", be it great or small, is real battle for some of us guys. I just can't see throwing all my hard earned work and accomplishments on the crap table of life for booty and the chance to have power or control (especially of something I don't own).

In Other Words: He's a Clown with a capital C.

The afformentioned examples completely describe the word CLOWN. Please choose not to be one of these people. If things are going good in your life, don't spoil it by not working on your talent, being greedy (power hungry), or letting a vice (weird or excessive obsession) get the best of you. Please cease the opportunity...lest you be labled a CLOWN.

Outro: Anita Ward - "Ring My Bell"








Sunday, January 09, 2005

The Jumpoff

Welcome All:

Soon this blog will take off full scale. Right now I have a website I'm trying to get up and also I will be revamping this blog site. Stay tuned. It's my world...and yours too.