This is Chappy:
and here's todays chappy story..
on two seperate occasion's i've looked out my bedroom window (which faces Chappy's kitchen window) and seen him screaming at his food in the kitchen. The first time i could hear someone full on screaming the lyrics to random cypress hill songs and couldn't find where it was coming from. you see, on our block tweaker bums yell all the time and crazy muttering crackheads are the norm, so i didnt think too much about it until i popped my window to have a smoke. it was then that i saw chappy, sitting at his kitchen table with the door open, red faced, overstimulated and raging as he screamed the first verse of "hand on the pump" into his cereal.
pure awesome, distilled and bottled right there.
the other time we heard some uber high volume bushwick bill rhymes blasting from next door so when we ran around to the window to see what was going on now, we witnessed Chappy again freaking out on some gangsta shit and screaming buswick's rhymes at full volume. i leaned out and asked him, "are you screaming at your cereal again?" to which he smiled and held up his trophy..the very thing that got him hyped enough to bellow some getto boyz in the first place, and said, "Ice Cream...YEEEAAAHHH BBOOOOOYYYYYY!!!!" and he went into his house where the sounds of violent rap ispired hollering continued for another hour or so when Max came over and asked "if we should call him an ambulance, since he's clearly gone crazy."
fuckin love that dude.
No comments:
Post a Comment