How badly I would like to write about my weekend, which was fantastic, but I need to get some shit out there. You, yes you, muthafuckas, who admonished me for being mean to my neighbor, Luther, can suck my tiny, pathetic little dick. Because this is where kindness gets you.
Luther always tries to stop me as I walk across my parking lot to the bank of mailboxes afterwork. He does it so much so, that I now drive to my mailbox. Extreme? Not in the least. Conversation with this muthafucka is unbearable.
His big idea is to buy a banquet hall and use it for a form of party known in the Detroit ghettoes as "cabaret". I'm not talking French Riviera shit, I'm talking about Africans renting a hall, hiring a DJ, and having a B.Y.O.B. event. That's what a cabaret is in Detroit. But it's pretty much a SE Michig.an thing. They don't do it in SW Mic.higan. Luther wants to bring it to SW Mi.chig.an. With my help.
I told him he should pursue it. He wanted me to be a partner. I declined, I told him my profile in this town wouldn't allow it. Luther asked me if the City would be willing to give him HUD money to start his venture. "What if I had tutoring during the day afterschool and then had cabarets at night?" "Luther, write a proposal, submit it to my department, but I'm not helping you write it and I don't make the call. The citizen's advisory council decided who ultimately gets funded."
So Luther was going to pursue this option. HUD was going to pay for his dream.
He found a building and came up to my gig to talk to my staff about his dream. Then he name dropped me and told them he was my friend. Then he asked for me. And proceeded to keep spouting this bullshit about his plans in my lobby.
I took him into our conference room. "I thought we talked about keeping me out of this?" "I just wanted to let them know I knew people. They didn't seem like they was that happy dealing with me." "Luther, do what you gotta do, but you gotta keep my name out of this, OK?" "I understand, man."
This goonie muthafucka needs a broad. He needs to leave me the fuck alone. I'm about to work on a solution for both of us. I took him out of the office.
"Luther, my frat is having this Fou.rth Friday thing on the 23rd. You need to come check it out..."
Luther always tries to stop me as I walk across my parking lot to the bank of mailboxes afterwork. He does it so much so, that I now drive to my mailbox. Extreme? Not in the least. Conversation with this muthafucka is unbearable.
His big idea is to buy a banquet hall and use it for a form of party known in the Detroit ghettoes as "cabaret". I'm not talking French Riviera shit, I'm talking about Africans renting a hall, hiring a DJ, and having a B.Y.O.B. event. That's what a cabaret is in Detroit. But it's pretty much a SE Michig.an thing. They don't do it in SW Mic.higan. Luther wants to bring it to SW Mi.chig.an. With my help.
I told him he should pursue it. He wanted me to be a partner. I declined, I told him my profile in this town wouldn't allow it. Luther asked me if the City would be willing to give him HUD money to start his venture. "What if I had tutoring during the day afterschool and then had cabarets at night?" "Luther, write a proposal, submit it to my department, but I'm not helping you write it and I don't make the call. The citizen's advisory council decided who ultimately gets funded."
So Luther was going to pursue this option. HUD was going to pay for his dream.
He found a building and came up to my gig to talk to my staff about his dream. Then he name dropped me and told them he was my friend. Then he asked for me. And proceeded to keep spouting this bullshit about his plans in my lobby.
I took him into our conference room. "I thought we talked about keeping me out of this?" "I just wanted to let them know I knew people. They didn't seem like they was that happy dealing with me." "Luther, do what you gotta do, but you gotta keep my name out of this, OK?" "I understand, man."
This goonie muthafucka needs a broad. He needs to leave me the fuck alone. I'm about to work on a solution for both of us. I took him out of the office.
"Luther, my frat is having this Fou.rth Friday thing on the 23rd. You need to come check it out..."
Be Cool,
KZ
