Life and Times of a Nigga Called Da Muhs

I was driving up the street from my job to pick up some food from a restaurant for a meeting I lead when I saw people on almost all corners of a busy intersection and in the median at the stop lights holding signs to raise money for a funeral. The signs said something about a funeral for a guy that got killed in a car accident and I'm thinking "It's a little ironic to be in the middle of a busy intersection for someone who died in a car accident and there's a lot of crazy drivers out here and you put yourself in danger with so much traffic. Someone holding a sign was actually walking in the crosswalk when it really wasn't okay to be crossing at the time since traffic on the other side of the street had a green light. It would be so embarrassing if one of them got hit. I'm sorry for your loss and all but stop with the begging for money in the middle of busy intersections. Do people actually give money there? There are so many people with signs begging for money ...

I was in the grocery store parking lot heading into the store and I saw a good-looking chick wearing small shorts carrying some flowers going to her car. As I headed to the doors I heard some old men at the handicap parking spots talking and I knew they were talking about the chick. I heard one say (loudly) "They'll break your neck out here!". Then the other guy was like "In my younger years they used to  break my back!" (or something to that effect) and the first guy was like "I know that's right!". They were so loud, too. I'm like "Nasty old men there are children out here!". I guess old men don't care how perverted they are. When you're young you say those things quietly amongst your boys, but when you're older you don't care who hears you. Men are such pervs. I must be too since I also noticed her before I heard them talking. Oh well. Yeah that's worthy of my first blog in over a year. My life is so uninteresti...