by Khari D. Hawke
“REFUGEE” MEMORIES
(New Orleans residents that were forced to leave the city were ignorantly called “refugees” by the ignorant reporters on CNN)
Aiite, so basically, today is another “stormy as fuck” day in New Orleans. Even tho Hurricane Ike aint hit us (eat tha cake Anna Mae…LOL!), the outer bands from the storm will cause some harsh winds and a good bit of rain in the city.
Today, I decided laid my ass down and began to reminisce on Hurricane Katrina. Now, im sure all you “out of towners” that im sure have heard enough Katrina stories to last you a life…don’t worry niggas, im not bout to get on no soapbox or give you some Rip off CNN aftermath story….I’m jus relaxing and thinking…cant help it sometimes.
I look around my room at erything I own and lemme testify…I am so much more grateful for each and every possession. Its amazing how you can be so set in your ways and completely take for granted erything that you own….and in one day, loose it all….Not only clothes, shoes, games and shit like dat…..I lost my friends, my life, my school…..all gone. The house that I grew up in…..where I used to play wit dudes from tha block (no homo) lol…where we used to chase the ice cream truck and get ery ghetto ass food u can imagine like Nachos and hot dogs and pig lips (not me but someone on da block would always get those) but never actual ice cream pops…..all gone..
Now my house still there but was renovated and is sheltering a nice lil Vietnamese family…but all the places and people that were once so familiar were stolen. I think the only thing positive I gained from Katrina was free text messaging from Sprint but that ain’t a fair trade at all…..fuck them damn txts, I want my old life back! I cant help but wonder how shit woulda been different if Katrina never had happened…questions that I frequently ask myself like : Would I still be in LA?... Would I still be searching for what I want to do with my life?..Overall, would I be more happy?...shit…and I always answer myself, “I don’t kno man.”
*reminiscing on 2006*
Now, I was a senior the year of Katrina and had to evacuate for what I thought was gon be a few days but turned out to be 2 yrs. I aint kno nobody, the school I went to was complete bullshit in every way, the people was country as da fuck, and all the anticipation and waiting for all the senior privileges, completely shot down. I went from somebody to absolutely nobody so.. so.. sooo quickly. I remember prom so damn well….which is crazy cuz it was so wack….The only reason that most even go to prom is to look ya best and see eryone else look their best, take pics, and to chill wit friends cuz u know it’s the last dance of highschool…..U don’t go to no damn prom to shake down or get drunk…shit, Im from New Orleans…we do that ery weekend…its nice to do something a lil different sometimes…something classy and grown-n-sexy….especially when you know it’s the last event before graduation.
But whoa buddy…I walkd into my “After Katrina” high school prom…and I was 100% jus MAD! I mean…The bitches had 2 mile high, beehive ass hair styles in dumb ass circus colors like blue and green…..tha niggas had on tennis shoes wit suits on….thinking it was fresh…..(ma niggas..notice the faces -> :-O….:-/)…and to top the night off….one nigga had on a mink coat!...now remember…Prom is usually in late spring, close to graduation so it was bout 80 degrees that night…so basically dis nigga looked all kinds of stupid....But sometimes, when a nigga get a new jacket…he just don’t kno how to behave! Lol…Erybody kno they seen some nigga walkin round outside sweatin his ass of in a brand new hoodie and prolly thinking he da flyest thing in the state….DO BETTER NIGGA!
Anyways, so when me and the rest of the “ New Orleans Evacuee Clique” got there in our fresh ass tuxes…ladies all fly, red carpet material…fellas GQ’d down to tha socks…”Steve Harvey” lined up…and J. Holiday braided down….and deez country ass niggas wearin Southpole and shit, jumpin round the roo….u kno how we felt….LIKE WALKING OUT THE DOOR! But we stayed because tickets were previously purchased…. OH…then tha country ass girls was all sweaty dancing and poppin da whole night….all musty and shit…lookin trife out this galaxy…now I aint 2 gay to know dat if I wantd a bitch…I don’t want one das all ugly and sweaty and tore up b4 da nights over…What the hell is wrong wit deez people!??? YOU JUST DON’T KNO!!!!...YOU KNOW WAT…THIS ENTRY IS OVER! DONE! ARRRGGHGHHHHH….#*%^$#!!!! As you can see im getting mad all over again so ima get off dis subject so I dont break dis comp……damn Im frustrated now. GOOD NIGHT! I need 2 sleep some dis anger off. Peace ma niggs...
“REFUGEE” MEMORIES
(New Orleans residents that were forced to leave the city were ignorantly called “refugees” by the ignorant reporters on CNN)
Aiite, so basically, today is another “stormy as fuck” day in New Orleans. Even tho Hurricane Ike aint hit us (eat tha cake Anna Mae…LOL!), the outer bands from the storm will cause some harsh winds and a good bit of rain in the city.
Today, I decided laid my ass down and began to reminisce on Hurricane Katrina. Now, im sure all you “out of towners” that im sure have heard enough Katrina stories to last you a life…don’t worry niggas, im not bout to get on no soapbox or give you some Rip off CNN aftermath story….I’m jus relaxing and thinking…cant help it sometimes.
I look around my room at erything I own and lemme testify…I am so much more grateful for each and every possession. Its amazing how you can be so set in your ways and completely take for granted erything that you own….and in one day, loose it all….Not only clothes, shoes, games and shit like dat…..I lost my friends, my life, my school…..all gone. The house that I grew up in…..where I used to play wit dudes from tha block (no homo) lol…where we used to chase the ice cream truck and get ery ghetto ass food u can imagine like Nachos and hot dogs and pig lips (not me but someone on da block would always get those) but never actual ice cream pops…..all gone..
Now my house still there but was renovated and is sheltering a nice lil Vietnamese family…but all the places and people that were once so familiar were stolen. I think the only thing positive I gained from Katrina was free text messaging from Sprint but that ain’t a fair trade at all…..fuck them damn txts, I want my old life back! I cant help but wonder how shit woulda been different if Katrina never had happened…questions that I frequently ask myself like : Would I still be in LA?... Would I still be searching for what I want to do with my life?..Overall, would I be more happy?...shit…and I always answer myself, “I don’t kno man.”
*reminiscing on 2006*
Now, I was a senior the year of Katrina and had to evacuate for what I thought was gon be a few days but turned out to be 2 yrs. I aint kno nobody, the school I went to was complete bullshit in every way, the people was country as da fuck, and all the anticipation and waiting for all the senior privileges, completely shot down. I went from somebody to absolutely nobody so.. so.. sooo quickly. I remember prom so damn well….which is crazy cuz it was so wack….The only reason that most even go to prom is to look ya best and see eryone else look their best, take pics, and to chill wit friends cuz u know it’s the last dance of highschool…..U don’t go to no damn prom to shake down or get drunk…shit, Im from New Orleans…we do that ery weekend…its nice to do something a lil different sometimes…something classy and grown-n-sexy….especially when you know it’s the last event before graduation.
But whoa buddy…I walkd into my “After Katrina” high school prom…and I was 100% jus MAD! I mean…The bitches had 2 mile high, beehive ass hair styles in dumb ass circus colors like blue and green…..tha niggas had on tennis shoes wit suits on….thinking it was fresh…..(ma niggas..notice the faces -> :-O….:-/)…and to top the night off….one nigga had on a mink coat!...now remember…Prom is usually in late spring, close to graduation so it was bout 80 degrees that night…so basically dis nigga looked all kinds of stupid....But sometimes, when a nigga get a new jacket…he just don’t kno how to behave! Lol…Erybody kno they seen some nigga walkin round outside sweatin his ass of in a brand new hoodie and prolly thinking he da flyest thing in the state….DO BETTER NIGGA!
Anyways, so when me and the rest of the “ New Orleans Evacuee Clique” got there in our fresh ass tuxes…ladies all fly, red carpet material…fellas GQ’d down to tha socks…”Steve Harvey” lined up…and J. Holiday braided down….and deez country ass niggas wearin Southpole and shit, jumpin round the roo….u kno how we felt….LIKE WALKING OUT THE DOOR! But we stayed because tickets were previously purchased…. OH…then tha country ass girls was all sweaty dancing and poppin da whole night….all musty and shit…lookin trife out this galaxy…now I aint 2 gay to know dat if I wantd a bitch…I don’t want one das all ugly and sweaty and tore up b4 da nights over…What the hell is wrong wit deez people!??? YOU JUST DON’T KNO!!!!...YOU KNOW WAT…THIS ENTRY IS OVER! DONE! ARRRGGHGHHHHH….#*%^$#!!!! As you can see im getting mad all over again so ima get off dis subject so I dont break dis comp……damn Im frustrated now. GOOD NIGHT! I need 2 sleep some dis anger off. Peace ma niggs...
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