Mookie says: RIP DJ AM

I used to see you out at parties. People were worried when that plane crashed.

But you made it. 

Now you're dead.

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True Story Tuesday

I'm watching dumb TV because I don't know what else to do.

Somehow, in my absence from LA, I start to realize how Hollywood dictates reality. 

I flip from "The City" to another channel. I'm pissed. What is up with Los Angeles shows that pretend to reflect NYC? 

Fucking Gossip girl. 

Hello. The only people at Pinkberry in Manhattan are from LA.

Mookie fact of the day

There are more photographers than cab drivers in NYC.

Mookie says:

Honor.

Such a Jersey concept.

True Story Tuesday

Coolest couple on the block call it quits.

Jay and Beyonce were the kids in school with bucked teeth, who ate their own boogers, had really annoying parents, and would do anything to feel accepted.

Nas and Kelis were cool. They did what they wanted.

Uncool people who used to eat boogers, stay in Texas and endure ridiculous marriages.

When cool people grow up, they get divorced. 

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True Story Tuesday

TRL is no more. Now, The Virgin Megastore on times square that once overlooked MTV stars across the street, has also closed it's doors. 

The location will become a Marshalls.

A fucking Marshalls.

Mookie says: It's coming

Mookie says: Don't fix me up. Don't fuck me up. Don't shut me up.

Digging in the archives for that special something. 

It's been a rough week. 

Normally Rachmaninoff does the trick, 

but Mookie had to up it with some QB.

True Story Tuesday

You know you're in Brooklyn...

While shopping at a corner store, a lady is attacked by another with a bag of tomatoes, because she was "taking too long". Instead of jumping to her aid, the other people in line said nothing. Only one merchant spoke up by shouting:
"Brooklyn"

True Story Tuesday: Waiting for the economy to recover

Elaborate brush-off lines in 2009:

An undeserving guy I like told me with a straight face: 

I'll call you once the financial world stabilizes.

Mookie says: What ever happened to...

We called her Horse-Face Amil. That was mean.

Chirp. People used to tell us all their business on these. Walkie-talkie bullshit, without the option to remove speakerphone feature... Genius

True Story Tuesday

You know you're in Red Hook...

When somebody throws a TV at you.

Mookie says, pt 2, LA lines:

A follow-up to the aforementioned study of LA behavioral despair:

I decided to spend approximately 3 hours sandwiched between hipster A and photog-blog-mod B, in a town called Hollywood. 

Ah, nightlife... all in the name of science.

The following statements have NOT been changed to protect the innocent.

During a Tuesday night at Dim Mak's packed Cinespace party between the hours of 11 pm and 2 am PST only two people spoke to me.

This is what they said:

1. Are you holding that seat?

2. Are you Alex Holmes' sister?

For the purpose of proving a point, Will and I conducted a study of the "Yo Ma" phenomenon known in NY. Somewhere between the hours of 11 pm and 2 am EST, on a similar Tuesday night, I ventured to Harlem via the A train. Walked a few blocks through the empty projects (it was a chilly night) and arrived at a stoop across the street from a deserted playground.

I got my first "Yo Ma" about 1 minute after I got to the door. I don't know where it came from - I couldn't see anybody on the street. 10 seconds after that, I got an anonymous "Yo shorty" - likely from a window.

Conclusion: 

Within about 5 minutes you can get picked up out of nowhere in NY's projects.

In LA, you're lucky if someone spills a drink on you.