#NaptownSlim on ‘grace’ and ‘comfort’

Peace, y’all. Your man, Naptown Slim with a quick word about comfort and grace. 

See that goofy grin? I couldn’t flash that at you a while back, baby. Slim had worry on his mind. Used to always hear how them worries led to grey hairs and such. Ha. 

I look at myself every day in the mirror and see more of those grey hairs. Started with three riiiiiight under my nose, which cracked me up eventually cuz they always caught the light in flicks, man. “LOOK AT EM, BABY! THREE BAD BOYS RIIIIIGHT THERE…!”…then they called for reinforcements. 

They never bothered me and they never looked like ‘worry’ to me though. We all get older, we all grey, we all spread out in areas and such. It happens. 

Some folks see that first grey hair and start tripping and some say that leads to more grey hair. Hey, man…if you’re lucky enough to have hair that has a chance to get grey, you’re doing something right. 

So, here you have it, a comfortably happy grin surrounded by a ‘salt and pepper’ beard that is leaning towards the saltier side of things…and it’s totally cool. I think a big key to aging gracefully is simply being comfortable in the skin you’re in. 

I’m trying…and the fact that I’m trying is reason enough for me to smile…even with 300 ‘bad boys’ in the front instead of the three that started the party. 

Grow up and stay young while you do it. 

So sayeth Naptown Slim. 

#ATFU

Why Does #NaptownSlim Tell It? I’ll tell you here…

Hey, It’s Russ. 

I dealt with a lotta ‘overthinking and overanalyzing’ some really basic truths. Now, I can cut to the chase, very well. 

I’ve always been able to speak my mind, but there were years of misery that made it so I was unable to do so…to anyone…ever. 

You know how hard that is to deal with when you’ve been an artist and person that strives for ‘reality’ in your art and life and you also wanna keep putting out a ‘positive’ message and vibe, but your life is HELL? It was horrible. It was the absolute worst time of my life.

I was living in virtual HELL and couldn’t talk about it. Not only that, I had to keep up a brave front as I was wandering my way out of it. Then, when I figured out I was in Hell and shamed the Devil with truth…I was hated even more. I knew I was in Hell but was so determined to make it better somehow, I couldn’t just leave it behind. I had to make it make sense. It was in my soul now. 

News flash: Hell don’t get no better and the longer you stay there, the worse it gets.

I think that has led to what you see and hear from me now. I’m back to myself…and I’m happy. I can access these awful memories of awful people and the awful feelings that came with them to make someone else see a light.

When you constantly have ideas put in your head that go against them, you start to over think things and allow those false ideas to warp your understanding of things you grew up knowing and you KNOW are true. 

I go through things. You go through things. We all go through things. I have every right to be a hostile bastard to some people should I want to. I’d rather keep it simple by not talking to them and warning the good people around me that there are people in this world who will do anything to get over in so many ways, emotionally, vocationally, mentally, socially, financially…. if you are one of those people, you very well might not like what I have to say, but if you are one of those people, I really don’t care about your opinion because you are ‘anti’ everything that I am and wanna be. 

So there’s that. …and that leads us to today. A good day. 

So sayeth Naptown Slim…and I’m gon keep saying what needs to be heard. Whether the people who need to hear it or not is not my problem; I just got reeeeeal tired of shutting up.

I’d advise all y’all to use your voice too. 

Y’all go tell it. Tell your truth, shine a light.

#ATFU, also.

RR 

#RustyWrites

‘The Hype And How It Fails You’  - 5/10/12

interesting discussion on my Facebook about this status update I posted;

“One of the worst and most dangerous thing you can do as a person is believe your own hype. Don’t fool yourself.”

You’re SUPPOSED to hype yourself up. No one can represent you better than you and if you can’t show enthusiasm for what you are doing, people won’t believe in you. Why would they? When I see no genuine enthusiasm and pride in what someone is doing, it makes me think their motives are impure. 

Check this out; this cat came up to me, hollering and yapping about me being a “legend”.  He gave a CD-R of his music in a paper sleeve with Sharpie-writing on the actual CD. (That’s cool. I can live with that. Shit, ALL my work CD’s are like that; I could give every person that hit ‘like’ or responded to this thread some version of ‘LOWER’ that would look just like that. No problem.) 

Now, when he told me he was on a major label…and that “A” said this album is the best local album he’s heard since “A’s” own album…? My first thoughts were; “Oh, OK…so this raggedy CD is what you gave me to listen to and you want me to believe that someone at BIG MONEY RECORDS is putting this out…but THIS is what how you’re promoting it? 

OH, and “A” probably wouldn’t say that about his own album…I would hope not, cuz it sounds hell arrogant.

Point; I coulda went here…

“Bruh, I don’t buy into all that “Rusty is a legend” shit and neither do you if you would approach me with your music and lie to me like I’m an idiot. If you were on “BIG MONEY RECORDS”, I’d know who you are or someone from your label woulda made sure I did. And you telling me, your peer, the dude you ran up on like you saw someone famous when I’m going in here to fax a contract for a show I booked myself to play music I produced, wrote, recorded, and mixed myself, that your album is the “best local album” since ____ isn’t gonna mean jack to me. Why don’t you just spit in my face, man…do I NOT live here…? Do I NOT have a kajillion things online? Google me, dude.”

…because he was believing his own hype….and the hype “A” gave him, which was likely as much of a lie as the “I’m signed to ______” lie.

…but I am cool…and I just wanted to get the REAL WORK I was doing done…

I took the CD and wished him well in his venture with BIG MONEY RECORDS.

Don’t play yourself. Know who you are talking to…and when you DO know who you are talking to, talk to them like they have some damn sense and you do too. 

That’s all.

RR

#ATFU

#SHRUGLIFE #TBM #NAPTOWN #LANON ADIYM

#RustyWrites

To all my fellow artists, my peers, my friends, and people I admire, 

I’m sitting here, live from #Naptown, looking at all the music I have created in the last couple months and really trippin…

As an artist, you will see far more obstacles than opportunities. Things will be placed in your way to stop you on purpose. Some people you think are in your corner will not stand by you when the going gets rough. People you love will tell you to quit, without understanding that you are speaking from your soul when you do whatever kinda art it is you do. 

Don’t.

This is JUST LIFE for those who are truly ‘ARTISTS’ and using their life’s story to say something and leave SOME kinda legacy behind you when you pass. Yes, I suppose I am in the ‘music business’, but the business of music isn’t what made me write songs. We ain’t talking about the music business right now, we’re talking about ‘art’ and the motivation behind it.

I have something to say. 

If you really believe you have something to say, whether you are saying it on canvases with paints, by scratching records back and forth, or by acting on a stage or screen, giving breath and life to someone’s words…don’t you EVER let anyone take your passion from you. 

LIVE YOUR LIFE, PUT IT IN YOUR ART.


SOMEONE IS LISTENING…SOMEONE IS WATCHING. IT WILL AFFECT THEM IF YOUR HEART AND SOUL ARE IN IT. 

Every part of your life can be used for inspiration, even the bad things. Use ‘em. I’ve had to get very real with life over the last few years. I’ve learned hard, hard, HARD lessons and the thing that kept me sane was being able to put it into art, to bleed it out, to use it to continue living MY LIFE, the real life that I’ve committed myself to living and talking about in my music. I can always get back to ‘me’ through music. It’s a blessing. 

Just keep doing the things that you are passionate about, my fellow artists and anyone aspiring to be…Good luck with it all and may your Higher Power help you power through the hard times. 

#ATFU

#SHRUGLIFE #TBM #NAPTOWN #ADK #LANON ADIYM

RR

#RustyWrites

‘Busted Wheels And God Connections’

Tell ya a story. 

I’m at the corner of 52nd and College on my way to the Radio-One building to tape my TV show and cover a shift on the radio. When the light turns green, I accelerate and hear a HUGE ‘BANG’. I actually thought someone had hit me. Looked in the rear-view and the car behind me was cool. WTF? I pushed the gas and my car said “Naw. I don’t think so.”. My car became unusable between stoplights. WoW.

I got the truck outta the road way, got out to see what the hell that was. Looked at my brand new tires and flipped out. The right front wheel was sticking out at an angle. FUUUUUUUUUUU!!

I immediately started figuring this was gonna be an expensive fix. I called Khris Raye and told her I couldn’t get to the station. She recognized that I wa in a reeeeal spot if I wasn’t able to come in at this time and had JC come in and cover Karen Vaughn’s shift. Lisa from IMC texted to see where I was cuz I was late. I sent her a picture of the wheel. She said “DANG! Get that fixed, we’ll reschedule!”  Big shout out to them for making sure I could get back to rollin and understanding how jacked up my circumstances were. I really wanted to work today.

Annie from A2Industries saw me on the corner. She ran over and offered every kinda assistance she could think of then told me she’d be in the restaurant on the corner if I needed anything. Brian Presnell pulled up, parked, got outta the truck and started looking under the whip, assessing and building. He even went into the street and picked up the bearings from my wheel’s thingamajigger that busted. 

Then Muhbabay got there. I had called her to let her know what had happened. She shot over to help me get the stuff outta the back of the truck. We put my stuff in her car. She stayed and we talked about how this would get fixed, what we were gonna do tonight and listened to The Temptations. 

A cat named John that I didn’t know before today came over and offered to help. He said he recognized me from seeing me at Cornerstone Coffee, where I go every day to get a cup of bean. I told him I had it under control and thanked him. Just a cat from the neighborhood seeing another dude in the neighborhood in distress and looking out. 

Then Shogun/Dicky Fox, then Moose, then Drew, then DJ Ohbeone, and a few other people who work in spots in my neighborhood. “Yo…Russ, you cool? You need a ride? You aight?”. Every single person asking if they could help and/or letting me know where they were should I need anything. The tow truck driver was present at this point and said, “Man, you know a lotta people, huh?”.

“Yeah, I’m blessed, man.”

The tow truck driver was at first worried about damaging the car any further by lifting it onto the flatbed. After muuuuch consideration and discussion, during which time I figured out that he wasn’t trying to just hoist my car up and get the money, I said “Let’s do it, man. You gotta plan, right?” and he did. Got the whip onto the flatbed alright.

I took the car back to the Goodyear where I get it serviced. I juuust got new tires and was like, “MAN, was this something you coulda fixed earlier or alerted me to?” My dude there is named Shea. He’s a straight shooter. He took a look at the whip and told me the tire arm had snapped in half, that wasn’t on them. Aight, then…now let’s talk estimates and such. 

The estimate sounded about like what I expected to hafta pay. *sigh* I’m on the horn with M80 and NOW this dude tells me he has a car repair and sales spot. MAN, DANG! Well, my car was off the truck and it had taken about a half hour of figuring out how to make this happen without tearing up my car. FUUUUU…next time, call Eighty first. He told me to stay in touch and let him know if I needed anything.

Lemme show you how I turned all this around for myself to make it a good day; 

All those people stopped to make sure I was OK. That’s a buncha people, man. That’s a lotta love.

This coulda happened on the freeway. My car woulda been totaled and I very well might be dead. I’m serious.

It’s gonna cost around what I thought it would cost…hopefully, but nonetheless, my car is paid for and the engine is still in great shape. I literally “rode my car till the wheels fell off”…and I’m getting them put back on to continue riding.

As soon as things went wrong, people came to help me, man. People I’ve been associated with for years, weeks, or not at all.  I always say, “What you put into the world is what you get outta it.” Years ago, I woulda looked at this situation and flipped out totally. I flipped for a little bit, (who wouldn’t…?) but now…naw, not so much. I can either take care of it or I can’t…and if there’s something I can’t handle, someone will have my back, some kinda way.

“It WILL get done…and there was nothing I could do to keep this from happening. It was outta my control. I just thank God that it happened somewhere where I was around people that could help me out. Shit, I coulda been on the road, driving home from a show in who-knows-where at 4 in the morning. I could be dead, yo…I really could be dead right now. WoW. God is good.”

There was a time not too long ago where there was no way I could get to that point; I woulda been stuck on how much it was gonna cost. Somehow, it woulda gotten to be my fault, in my head and outta it. It woulda been yet another burden in a world full of them. That was then.

Here’s now; I’m going out with Muhbabay to the new club that is occupying the Patio’s space. We’re gonna go listen to Joe Meltdown with Courtney and have a great night. We rollin.

I try to put nothing but love into the world and for the most part, it comes back to me. I honestly believe that God speaks to you through the people who look out for you, especially when you’re in a jam. You gotta be aware and conscious for the Voice, but it’s in there. I hear it, at least, and it makes my days easier. I consider many of my friends, ‘God Connections’. I felt a buncha them today.

Thanks to everyone I tagged in this post for making sure I was alright today. Y’all are the best. Naptown is full of people like you and that’s a big reason I love it here. 

From home, wishing you the best, with Respect and Grace,

RR

#TheZimmermanTechnique #MakeGeorgeFamous #RustyWrites #SATIRE.

Today, Twitter is ablaze with reaction to Geraldo ‘Jerry Rivers’ Rivera stating that Trayvon Martin’s hoodie is as much to blame for his death as the racial-profiling, trigger-happy, overzealous vigilante that stalked him and killed him. This is a typical ‘blame the victim’ statement that makes no sense in anyone’s world.

It’s no different than saying of a rape victim, “She shouldn’t have been wearing that.” 

Since I have committed myself to protecting my neighborhood and community, I wanted to make you aware of the dangers of the ‘hoodie’. When you see a ‘hoodie’, be prepared to bear arms and protect yourself at all costs.

Stand your ground, it’s ‘The Zimmerman Way’. You hafta be aware of the wardrobe of the enemy and ready to protect yourself with deadly force at all costs should you see what they are wearing…

Consider this post an education on ‘The Zimmerman Technique Of Community Protection’. 

‘The George Zimmerman Technique Of Community Protection’

First picture; I don’t even need to tell you how dangerous these people are. You’ll see them in groups, they speak in a secret code (which, oddly enough, when set to a dance beat, is kinda catchy…IT’S A TRICK, DON’T BELIEVE THEIR LIES.) Obviously, he is brandishing a weapon, so be ready to fire immediately. In fact, shoot first, ask questions later.

Second picture; She is a known criminal. This piece of propaganda would have you believe the wolf is the bad one and has the upper hand, when in fact, SHE IS IN THE WOLF’S HOUSE. Note the not-so-subtle use of gang colors too. She is obviously pledging her allegiance to the ‘Bloods’. Should you see anyone that resembles this strumpet, do not assist her…HELP THE WOLF. Stand your ground.

Third Picture; An obviously evil person. I really don’t need to expound on this man. Worse than the bad guys in ‘Die Hard’. Total evil. Watch his activity, but DO NOT engage…as you can plainly see, his skin tone indicates that he’s kinda halfway okay, in some kinda way, somehow, I guess. Just leave him alone…no matter HOW BADLY you wanna follow him (and I know about those urges), just leave him alone. 

Fourth Picture; These guys are cool. 

Now, that you know what to look for, use this knowledge to make your neighborhood watch as successful as George Zimmerman’s. 

*removes tongue from cheek*

Let’s get real…

SAY SUMN, PEOPLE. 

Sign The Petition To Have George Zimmerman Prosecuted For The Murder Of Trayvon Martin 

#SURRENDERYOURWEAPON - Send A Bag Of Skittles To The Sanford Police Station, address here 

#JUSTICEForTrayvon #TrayvonMartin #MakeGeorgeFamous

RR

#Identity #RustyWrites

Imma try to keep this short, but it’s a subject that I could talk about all day because I’ve dealt with it my entire life. 

I don’t know how to “act Black”. I guess I missed the memo. I know who I am and where I came from and #maby that’s why I don’t bother explaining some stuff to some people. I’m secure AF with who I am, as a human-being, Blackman, and artist. 

I’ve heard that I sound like a white boy when I talk; I can accept that. I’ve heard that I listen to white boy music; that, I can accept also. I may even have some white boy mannerisms. Cool. I’ve heard these things from black AND white folks.

Those statements let me know how narrow the mind of the speaker is, regardless of their color. 

I live in Indianapolis. I’ve seen the country, mainly through my work as a musician. (Never been overseas tho) I’ve heard the same dumb statements and same dumb questions in every part of the country in regards to my race and what people expect or assume. 

“Is one of your parents white? You’re really light-skinned.”

“You don’t sound like a black dude. Are you mixed?”

“What ARE you?”

…shit. I’ve heard that my whole life, which is why I have varied responses to these types of questions. It all depends on my mood and how you approach me, but any variation of that question is usually a strike against you.

I have to have juuuuust had my coffee and gotten the perrrrrrfect blend of cream and sugar in it to answer any of these questions with anything other than this look…

-________- 

I’m Black. Regardless of what you think you hear when you talk to me or how much darker someone’s ultraviolet tan makes them than me, I’m Black.

In reality, I always thought that was obvious, regardless of what rock band I am talking about or however much I may sound like a “white boy” when talking about it. I always assumed I just sounded ‘Midwestern’ or some shit.

I have dreadlocks down to the middle of my damb back (I thought that would stop some questions, but it just led a a whole host more of them shits). I got the biggest paaaaaankest lips in the WORLD, my people. My nose is not a button nose. While I may be a bit on the faaaair side, you could even say “super beige”, I would think that people have seen enough Black folks in all shades to make these questions obsolete anyway.

*sigh*

I ain’t no square peg. I ain’t no weirdo. I’m just Russ, man. I’m a light skinned Black dude that hosts a rock n roll show on TV. I also work on an R&B station in a few different capacities and make hip-hop music. I went to public school in Indianapolis. I grew up in a cool neighborhood with kids of all sorts of ethnic backgrounds.

I guess I was raised with a great foundation of who I am and a great sense of appreciation for the world….

…except for the dummies. Let a beige mufugga live, man. 

*bangs head to Soundgarden’s ‘Slaves And Bulldozers’, thinks about mixing it with some gangsta shit*

RR

Quick story…

I’ve been ‘done’ with ‘The Tinkerer’ for about a month. It is still all I listen to. At this point, I’m burning everything about it into my cerebellum. EVERYTHING. 

There was something about the album that still felt ‘off’ to me. I try a lotta different vibes, production-wise, on this record. It wasn’t a conscious thing; I’m making a hip-hop album, but I listen to everything. EVERYTHING…

Up until yesterday, there was a song called ‘Trouble Walkin’ that ended the narrative of ‘The Tinkerer’, but it didn’t do its job as far as I was concerned. The more I listened the more I realized it was the one song that was throwing me off…and it was the last one in the ‘story’.

I HAD to fix it. I had listened to this album for the last month, thinking it was finished but not ‘finished’. I finally got it together this week to do something about it. 

I put the first elements of the track together on the turntables. Found the pieces I wanted to use, locked them in, man. LOCKED. Applied some audio #SCIENCE and SOUL. In the middle of doing that, the title came to me…

“Speak Monster Speak”

…then the hook…

I burned the CD of the first elements and got to work on the verse. It took a few go’s at it, as you can see from the above picture. If I get four bars in or so and get stuck, I start over. They usually come to me in full 16’s, 24’s, 32’s, 48’s, and yes…96’s. (I’ve done that…check out Mudkids ‘100 Bars’ at the end of ‘Basementality’…that was a lotta fun.)

The second verse came riiiiight after the first. That was the stuff right there, boyeeeee…(y’all gonna trip on that). Naturally, the third verse had to wrap everything you just heard up with a flourish even. I’ve been listening to ‘Speak Monster Speak’ all day for the last two days and finalized the mix yesterday when I got off work at WTLC.

…and NOW, the day I signed the deal to put it out, my album is complete. I’m completely happy with it The timing of things trips me OUT. I worked on ‘The Tinkerer’ non-stop from August 9th to well, shit…TODAY. I’m totally happy with how it sounds and how it’s coming out. 

We’re about to add on, for real, man. You’ll hear The Tinkerer and The Monster on January 31, 2012. There’s some clips on my Youtube right now for you to check out. I’ve also set up a Facebook page specifically for ‘The Tinkerer’. Here’s the link for that, homies! (I wouldn’t be mad if you hit the ‘Like’ button on that mug, man)

http://www.facebook.com/Rusty.The.Tinkerer

I post pics and vids over there…it’s the spot for your inside look at the Iron Man Monster Factory and how I work at this thang we call ‘hip-hop’, ‘the game’ or any other euphemisms the kids use nowadays. 

I’m here for #science. 

I am The Tinkerer. I make men. I make machines.

1312012

\o/

RR 

#ATFU

#RustyWrites 

‘…To A Bluish Black’

There’s great people that fight the Good Fight every day…and they come in every shade and hue you can think of…from the palest pale to a bluish black…

There’s awful people, predators and fiends, that contribute nothing to the world and they come in every shade you can imagine from the palest pale to a bluish black…

There are good people of all kinds doing all kinds of things to make the world a better place in their own little way…and it’s working…and they come in every shade and hue your eye can register from the palest pale to a bluish black…

I won’t act like I don’t see it…because to ‘not see color’ is to deny something that is definitely part of what makes you ‘you’. It’s not a means for me to formulate ideas about you before I have heard you speak.

Whatever it is, whatever color it is, I will never have a problem with you based on it…

…from the palest pale to a bluish black.

RR

#ATFU #SHRUGLIFE #TBM #LANON #NAPTOWN ADIYM 

#BobAndTiny #TrainingElephants #RustysFables

Hey guys, lemme tell ya a story…

That guy in the picture with the elephant is my friend, Bob. Bob’s cool, but he’s kinda a know-it-all that don’t know shit…even about elephants…and he’s an elephant trainer. That’s why this happened…

One day, I ran into Bob in a neighborhood bar. His elephant, Tiny (yeah, stupid name…typical ‘Bob’ stuff. He SWEARS he’s clever. He ain’t.) was outside. Well, Bob is one of those guys who just SWEARS he is in control and knows EVERYTHING. It can be a bit irritating, but I actually like Bob. 

“Hey, Russ…you see Tiny outside? I have total control over that beast. I taught him how to jump and take all four of his feet off the ground last month.”

“Nice, I could do that.”

“A hundred bucks says you can’t…”

I’m not one to back away from a challenge and I’m about my money. Let’s step outside, Bob. We got no issue, but I wanna show you something. 

We go outside. I look at Tiny. He looks at me. Big whoop. He takes me lightly and I ain’t scared of his brawn. I have opposable thumbs and know how to use tools. He’s been trained. Why would I worry…?

To my right, I see a board from the construction site, it’s about a two by four or so. I can work with it. I slide over and pick up the board. I walk to the front of Tiny and show it to him, keeping a calm, composed look on my face and a demeanor to match. 

At this point, I begin to make my way to the backside of Tiny. He pays me no mind. Why should he…? I’m trained. I showed him that I was calm and cool. He outweighs me by a ton. Why should he worry…? 

Taking the two by four and assuming a Pujols-like stance, I swing for the fences and smack him dead in his enormous, swollen nuts. It sounded like someone dropped the 15 largest cantaloupes and pumpkins in the world off a skyscraper. Smashed pachyderm nuts. Done. 

Sure nuff, Tiny jumped. Did he ever…shit, he did the splits. 

“Pay up, Bob.” …I don’t even go back inside to finish my Coke. I take my hundred bills and giggle my ass off, leaving Bob and Tiny to sort out the details of how this man Tiny trusted enough to let lead him around by the trunk let this happen.

The next week, Bob called me. He never calls me. We see each other and we talk, but he don’t call me, so I knew either he was feeling weird about getting burned or being stupid enough to wanna try to win his money back.

“Meet us at the same spot you saw us at last week in an hour. I gotta NEW trick I taught him and another hundred dollas that says you can’t get him to do this one.”

“Cool.”

I grabbed my new ‘lucky’ two by four, the one that won me a Benji last week and headed to the bar.

I ain’t gotta say much. 

I get to the bar and Bob is doing the ‘Birdman Hand Rub’ and really thinking he’s smart, standing next to Tiny, who is not paying me any mind again because he’s already busy with a big hunk of melon and some hay…

“Ok, Russ. That was cute how you got me for my bill last week, but THIS week, that two by four ain’t gonna do you any good. This time, let’s see you make him nod his head and THEN shake his head. I have MIND control over Tiny. I COMMUNICATE with him. GO AHEAD. You can hit him with that board, but you’re gonna fail the challenge. PUT THAT MONEY UP, RUSS.” 

He threw 3 20’s 2 10’s and 2 rolls of quarters on the ground…I threw a 50, 2 20’s and a 10 on the ground.  (I ain’t ballin and I ain’t a gambler, but I just cashed my paycheck and this is easy money.) 

I looked at Bob and  walked to face Tiny. I tapped Tiny on his foot with the board to get his attention. The massive beast lifted his head from his meal and made eye contact. I smiled…

“Hey, Tiny.” I held the board up. “Remember me?”

Tiny looked a little worried, but he knew who I was and he nodded. He even curled his trunk upward to make sure everybody knew we were on the same page.

I held the board up again and started to walk around to his backside…

“You want me to do that again…?”

Tiny shook his head furiously.  NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO. 

I dropped the board and scooped up my 200 smackers and left Bob and Tiny to work that out amongst themselves.

MORAL: Hey, man…once I show you I’ll use the board, I don’t wanna use it again…but I will and nobody’s about to keep me from prospering. I may not know how to train elephants like you do, but I know the NATURE of things. Once you smash somebody where they live, you shouldn’t hafta keep doing it. The very threat and remembrance of it should be enough to keep everybody in line. 

Haha. Ha damn ha. 

RR

(P.S. - this is a joke I think my Granddad John told me that I always thought was hysterical that I embellished and elaborated on, but now I see it stuck with me for much deeper reasons.)

#SHRUGLIFE #ATFU #TBM #LANON #NAPTOWN ADIYM

And for you dumbasses…

You may not know this about me or yourself, but I think that if you run a Tumblr page, solely dedicated to one artist or that has ‘Fuckyeah(insertpopstarhere)’, you are a STAN, a ‘dickrider’, a ‘lame-o’…yes, a lame, celebrity-jocking, star-worshipping idiot with nothing to contribute to the entirety of this vast internet other than pictures of a hero/heroine that doesn’t give a shit about you. 

You are sad, unless you are a lady and under the age of 16, in which case, it would be understandable or you are getting paid to suck off said celebrity . That’s the only way any grown ass person needs to be running around the Tumblr’s and Twitter’s of the world, searching for any reference to their hero/heroine, who once again, gives not one fuck about you.

All you could be talking about, and you wanna suck off some pop-star, rapper, or any other vapid celebrity.

Go find something interesting about YOURSELF and talk about that.

Bye, 

RR

#Halloween #JohnCarpenter #Ghostface

“Nah, BOOM! You take the Shatner joint, right? You take that joint and turn that shit inside out, yo. Namsayn? Then you gotta spray paint that shit white. Like ‘Michael Jackson white’, God bless the dead, but you know the god was CRAZY pale, son. Then, you get a hot comb or some shit and you FUCK the hair up, my dude. FUCK that shit up. Have the boy out here looking like he been with Courtney Love on some ‘Fuck EVERYTHING shit’. The God keeps his shit wavy, but that ain’t what we want right here, son. BOOM, you gotta reshape the eyes a little bit and shit, make that mufucka look more vacant like Keanu Reeves tryna read some Shakespeare or some shit. I know the god is a good dude, but he can’t act, my man. They shoulda had your boy right here up in ‘The Matrix’. Nahmean? Word life. Yuh boy Keanu got that always confused look like a puppy when you fake like you threw a ball or some shit. Real dumb Fido lookin ass cat. But yo, get this fool some Dickies, maybe a jumpsuit, like a sinister ass mechanic and shit and a butcher knife, and you can make you a MOVIE, god. Tone wouldn’t lie to you, my dude.”

- Ghostface Killah, telling John Carpenter how to make an effective mask for his best-known villain.

No bullshit, click here.  

RR

(P.S. - okay, I think the part about Ghostface telling him to do it is bullshit.)

(P.P.S - You gotta read BIGGHOSTNAHMEAN’s BLOG, one of the funniest sites online. Shit is HYSTERICAL and this post is totally in homage to that site as well as the mighty Ghost Deini himself. #SUUUUUUUU!!!!)

‘Work-In-Progress’ (10/16/11) #RustyWrites #ATFU

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#TheTinkerer is coming.

Here is #TheMinion.

#ATFU

RR

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RR