991101 : Like this and like that

"You could go home and look those guys up on the Internet," alex suggested as we stepped out into the street. I peered at him sideways and attempted an aggressive "don't ruin this for me, man."

They rocked the house, as you say. So even though we'd never been to one of these things and shuffled our feet at first, the lyrics and rhythms soon had us stepping along. Afterward, we were both too chicken to shake their hands or get anything signed, so I just took a good long stare in the direction of the little huddle of relaxed hip-hoppers, cooly paying respect and offering their gratitude.

We left quietly, inhaling the toxic smoke embedded in our clothing and, it was a long time, a few hours, before the weight of the day caught up with me again. Here. Where the events that swell and threaten to drown are not dynamic, aggressive, nor the basis for good rap lyrics.