Anecdotes part II
For today's blogisode I bring you a portion of the Life and Rhymes Bing Latin, let's go!!!!
Acid part II
We was all on acid posted chillin at night this white thing caught my attention at the back of the park it was strange cause it would move then stop. So I pointed it out to my homies and we all just watched this white thing move then stop real slow, "I was like what the fuck is that?" I suggested it was a dog, so I said, "let's go see what's up with this dog." We all mobbed over there half on bicycles, half of us on foot. Well, as I get close enough I realize it's a fucking white plastic grocery bag that the wind was blowin so we all laughed. Yeah it was gonna be that kind of night and we just got started. We posted up at the back of Ingrando Park on a concrete table and started blazin some killa. All of a sudden we see the ghetto bird searchin behind us with their bright ass search light through the bayou. Somebody must've ran from the lawz and hit the bayou. It was nighttime to, good luck cuz it's too many ways to shake the laws even with a helicopter. Back to my story tho so the ghetto bird is searchin what all of sudden they wind up on top of us with the search light beamin on us bright than a bitch. This fucken acid is hittin hard now and this ghetto bird is right above us too close. I look to the side and see a cop car drive over the curb on the park headed to where we were on grass. First thing to hit my mind was, "fuck I'm riddin dirty" with almost a full sheet of acid wrapped in foil in my pocket plus some kill. I just started walkin toward the big tree prayin that my homies followed my lead which they did. I used the tree as a blocker and threw everything out of my pockets. We make it to the cut and the ghetto bird resumed it's search apparently we didn't fit their description so the lawz ain't fuck with us. I'm paranoid so I tell my lil cuzzin to go get my shit by the tree for me. He does and comes back with acid, kill and money. That's when I realized I was so paranoid. I threw everything out my pockets even my money. Ha ha our trip was startin to come down and it was like 11:30 P.M. My homeboy Israel says he has the movie Devil's Advocate at his crib and nobody is there-so I'm like wasup let's go watch that bitch. We all drop another hit. My lil cuzzin burns off and I wind up on somebody's handle bars flyin through the back fast then a bitch. We get there and we start watchin this movie and we trippin on all this demonic shit. My nigga Chemo goes to the restroom so i tell him nigga don't be lookin in the mirror cuz it's gonna make you have a bad trip. I had a bad trip like that when I first started doin acid at age 13. But i'll save that story for part 3. Anyway I realized my boy chem is takin too long, so I go check up on him and the doors wide open and he's starin at himself in the mirror. I tell him "nigga what you doin?' He turns looks at me real shocked then looks back at himself and throws the middle finger at himself in the mirror and runs out past me. I stood there like, "I told this nigga not to look in the mirror." All of a sudden I have to piss. I'm lookin like, fuck I gotta walk past this mirror. So as I walk past it I swear through my side view I see my face change real quick to a demonic face like on the movie; Devil's Advocate. So now I'm trippin takin a piss thinkin I gotta go get around my niggas, cuz we gotta stick together. I finish pissin and run out that bitch. I don't even think I flushed the toilet. I get back to the livin room and I'm on high alert watchin my nigga chemo seein if he trips out or not, But he was chillin. We all mov to the backroom and we chillin. My boy israel picks up the lamp and he's holdin it like a shot gun clickin it on and off over and over again. I don't know where the cigarettes came from but he light some cigarettes. Turn the lamp off and start playin with the cigarettes watching traces we must've ran thru a box or so cuz i fucked off like 3 of them my damn self. When we turn the lamp on after we was done there was ashes all over us, on the bed and floor. Ha i go to the kitchen for some orange juice and I seen this brown thin blanket coverin something so i go peep the scene and now I"m trippin it's a fuckin african grey parrot. I ain't never been close to to a parrot in real life and all I heard of were green parrots. I never knew Grey Parrots existed til that pint so I start fuckin with it tryin to make it talk. I grab a butter knife and start nudgin it and pokin it and It's getting crunk bittin the cage but it won't talk My boy Israel come in and sees me with a butter knife fuckin with the parrot and he hurries up and says, "you trippin, that's my grandmas bird." He trows the blanket back over it. I told him I was just tryin to make it talk, he's like yeah with a knife huh. We ended up stayin up all night walkin back to the hood. I stopped at a pawn shop and bought a gold ring with blue sapphires and Israel bust out sayin, "Bing bought a ring with all our money." cuz i had sold them each hit's for five dollars all night. Now everybody lookin at m me crazy. Ha!