Coffee with the god
July 6th 2008 11:50
7am. Joe KO the Ghetto Seppo is riding in his run-down '83 hatchback, sipping on a bottle of 'Make me Sober.'
"What up my peeps. I been up all night tryin' ta make some lovin with a girl from downtown. And she got that downtown confidence yo. Love that steez. Anyway plan to meet up with the god to shoot the breeze and let him know I still ain't no wrong gee. All love. Plus I owe him a coffee since he took me aside for some much-needed financial guidance last summer.
Here we at."
Joe double parks outside an apartment block and runs up to no.7. He knocks anxiously, not knowing what to expect at this time of the morning. A tall stocky man answers the door. Joe smiles, "Whatup god?"
"Man do you realise what time it is? Plus I gotta get to work at 9, damn."
"Oh word you doin a 9 to 5 now? The hustle lives on."
The god smiles as Joe continues.
"Eh I gotta shout you a coffee and I ain't takin no for an answer. You look like you could do with an early morning buzz anyway though."
The god wipes the sleep from his eyes, shakes his head and plonks on a pair of sneakers. "Aiight yo."
They walk out to the car and park down the block in front of a run-down cafe. "So you still ain't hangin with no wrong gees right? Some of those dudes on your block, I'm tellin you, damn."
"I'm still doin what I feel is right yo. Lets sit."
As they sit and order their coffees, they both drum up inside their minds what their plans are for the day.
Joe: sleep
The god: work
The coffees get served swiftly and the god's face lightens up a it as he takes a sip. "This is lovely. But I can tell you still doin them all nighters. Bad for your health at our age yo."
"True.
"You know I still need to find a legit way to make a livin, right."
"I can tell by lookin at ya Joe."
Silence sparks again as Joe feels slightly taken aback.
"You know what I'd like to do for a livin?"
"What's that Joe."
"This"
As the sun rises into their faces, the god has an epiphany. "You know people do do this for a livin, just that they buyin coffees for disabled people. You know, cats that could use a bit of encouragement to get out into the world and get positive."
Joe bangs the table. "That's it! Word up I might go down the hospital sometime and see if them professionals could do with a bit of help."
"That's cool. Just don't think that legit money will keep the wrong gees at a distance. Walk slow and talk low to them cats aiight?"
"Alright I've gotta get some sleep and clear my head for another mission. Peace"
The ghetto handshake closes the day for Joe, but his spirit lives on...
"What up my peeps. I been up all night tryin' ta make some lovin with a girl from downtown. And she got that downtown confidence yo. Love that steez. Anyway plan to meet up with the god to shoot the breeze and let him know I still ain't no wrong gee. All love. Plus I owe him a coffee since he took me aside for some much-needed financial guidance last summer.
Here we at."
Joe double parks outside an apartment block and runs up to no.7. He knocks anxiously, not knowing what to expect at this time of the morning. A tall stocky man answers the door. Joe smiles, "Whatup god?"
"Man do you realise what time it is? Plus I gotta get to work at 9, damn."
"Oh word you doin a 9 to 5 now? The hustle lives on."
The god smiles as Joe continues.
"Eh I gotta shout you a coffee and I ain't takin no for an answer. You look like you could do with an early morning buzz anyway though."
The god wipes the sleep from his eyes, shakes his head and plonks on a pair of sneakers. "Aiight yo."
They walk out to the car and park down the block in front of a run-down cafe. "So you still ain't hangin with no wrong gees right? Some of those dudes on your block, I'm tellin you, damn."
"I'm still doin what I feel is right yo. Lets sit."
As they sit and order their coffees, they both drum up inside their minds what their plans are for the day.
Joe: sleep
The god: work
The coffees get served swiftly and the god's face lightens up a it as he takes a sip. "This is lovely. But I can tell you still doin them all nighters. Bad for your health at our age yo."
"True.
"You know I still need to find a legit way to make a livin, right."
"I can tell by lookin at ya Joe."
Silence sparks again as Joe feels slightly taken aback.
"You know what I'd like to do for a livin?"
"What's that Joe."
"This"
As the sun rises into their faces, the god has an epiphany. "You know people do do this for a livin, just that they buyin coffees for disabled people. You know, cats that could use a bit of encouragement to get out into the world and get positive."
Joe bangs the table. "That's it! Word up I might go down the hospital sometime and see if them professionals could do with a bit of help."
"That's cool. Just don't think that legit money will keep the wrong gees at a distance. Walk slow and talk low to them cats aiight?"
"Alright I've gotta get some sleep and clear my head for another mission. Peace"
The ghetto handshake closes the day for Joe, but his spirit lives on...
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