Detroiters

Back in the fall, I and a few others were heading down town to Hamilton. Hamilton is the only place in Bermuda with legitimate night life. Before we headed down there, we dropped by a surprise birthday of friends cousin at a boat club. Literally knew no one there. It turned out to be a great decision as we had free booze, free snacks, and free stories about a wizard's sleeve and prostitutes from Vietnam told by an absurd Brit.

While I was getting multiple free drinks at the bar, I started talking with somebody. I asked where he was from. Chicago.

DB: "Oh, nice, I'm from the Midwest too."
CHI: "Oh cool man, where's that?"
DB: "Detroit"
CHI: "Haha. Whoa alright, don't want any trouble from you. Haha"

What? Now, I know you're joking buddy, but take a fucking look at me. Does it look like I'm gonna cause any problems? No. The only problems I'll cause is when I can't get into the Millenium Force at Cedar Point because height restrictions. Then, we have problems.

So, I played along. I stared at him a little bit, then threw him against the wall.

DB: "Too late, man. GIMME YOUR FUCKING JOB. LETS GO HEALTH INSURANCE, PENSION, DENTAL PLAN, RIGHT FUCKING NOW."
CHI: "Whoa, whoa, I said no problems, man, no problems."
DB: "Yeah? Well here's some problems for you. REDESIGN OUR PUBLIC TRANSPORTATION. STIMULATE OUR FUCKING ECONOMY. ELIMINATE RACISM AND CORRUPTION IN POLITICS. YOU'VE GOT 48HRS TO DELIVER."

Apparently he thought that was funny(which it is) and laughed it off. Two days later I killed him. Cause that's how we roll.


Here's Blackmilk and Royce Da 5'9'' repping Detroit. Detroit doesn't just have Em.




Friday and Saturday, I usually won't be writing on the blog. None of you are gonna be on here looking for new posts. Funny picture to wrap it up.