Never Trust Anyone Who Doesn't Drink

From my favorite message board:

People who don't drink are not to be trusted. Alcohol brings out the basest, most primal version of ourselves. It's like truth serum for the personality. And if a person is too uncomfortable to reveal that part of themselves, if they don't trust themselves with their innermost being, why should you trust them?

I couldn't agree more. However, I guess the exception to the rule would include people who truly loathe the taste of alcholic beverages or people who have some sort of allergic reaction to alcohol. For those individuals I just feel pity.

Paul Wall's Girl

Oh yeah the underlying hook consists of an accelerated Oh Girl from the Chi-Lites. It's somewhat cheesy and cliche (hasn't it been done hundreds of times before?). Forget all that shit. Forget the fact they're playing it too much on that damn radio. Forget the topic of a player trying to convince a woman that he ain't really a player. There's more to it than that.

I'm tryin to tell you 'bout your friends hatin
While they be over there complainin I'm just on my grind paper chasin
You got them insecure thoughts in your mind
But instead of chasin hoes I be overtime on my grind
You steady listenin to the gossip in the beauty shop
But all them jealous single females want what you got
They would do anythang to take yo' place
Cause everytime I come around they be givin me that sex face
You ridin shot gun in the James Bond Benz
With the frog-eyed lens on them 20 inch do rims
So why you worried about your jealous so-called friends
I'm just on my grind tryin to stack me up some ends baby
I used to make you laugh, I used to make you smile
And all the while your jealous friends been in denial
I ain't askin much, lil' momma just keep it real
Either you're down with me or not, baby what's the deal

It's strictly about the lyrics and flow. It's almost like Paul improves as the song progresses like he really realizes what's at stake by the 2nd verse and lets the voice of his soul shine from there on out. "Ridin shotgun in the James Bond Benz..." How's a sensible woman gonna turn my boy down after that line?

Raymond "Shrimp Boy" Chow

I know I complain about what sucks about SF all the time, the overpriced homes, the fanatical political correctness, the high number of fudge packers. Regretfully, my complaints are valid most of the time. But this pic (taken a couple days ago) reminds me that underneath all the gay still exists a mystical underground society known as the Tongs in SF's Chinatown. Shown in the pic is Raymond "Shrimp Boy" Chow, who claims to have controlled all Asian gangs in the Bay Area in the 90's. Even though the Chinese Suge Knight supposedly ratted out his homie it appears that he still gets much love at a Chinatown funeral.

More about the recent mob-style killing. Here.