Summer School.
From 5th to 12th grade, I would get ridiculous Summer reading assignments that I would be sure to put off until the middle weeks of August because no teenage boy in his right mind would want to read The Yearling when there was important BMXing to do during those hot, sunny days. I was forced to write papers about the book, answering a series of questions that were just broad enough to prove you at least read the Cliff Notes, yet specific enough to prove that you actually read page X of chapter Y. Fucking Summer reading...
Well I recently got inspired by my girl, and being the masochist that I am, I have decided that it is Essay Time for the Invisible Boy! Fuckin' A right! So here's the skinny...
Whoever is actually reading this mother... Come up with a topic for me to write 100 words on... Examples would be... David Chapelle's nervous breakdown Bitch! Or 50 Cent or Game in a cage match and why... Leave me some topics in the comments section, and depending on which one(s) I like best (arbitrary I know), I'll rattle off a buck's worth o' words to be shared in my next(ish) post.
Don't give me no shit though. Challenge me. Or at least make me laugh. Good bye and good luck.
4 Comments:
I just made an iron on with that pic the other day.
I've got one for you:
Operating under the assumption that the Houston rap scene is a paradigm of regional success, the rare self-sustaining (often thriving even) local-scene with its own labels and stars and hits and stores, how will its current national success effect it's continued viability?
summer soundtracks. what are the songs that scream "SUMMERTIME!!" and why? and your favorite song "how bizarre" doesn't count, foo.
Tom Cruise or George W. Bush: Who will get pushed out of the closet first?
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