Headlights Pointed at the Dawn
Frrriday, its close to midnight, somethin izza lerkin in the night, and in case ya dint know, those paira floating boobs belong to none other than NASTY NATE himself! Yep. Brotha Dawkness did come over to spend the night, fresh fromma another loss on the baseball field, aint thatta shame (6W – 8L) for the Aragonian Donians. Damn shame. So of course me and Leo, are jus chillin and gellin like felons, inspiration strikes! While Leo was busy checkin out the Mr. Dep foldout I got miss Molly on the phone so we could all catcha flick. Now as everyone knows, Eebs was the man who showed me the light that is “Kill Bill”, so naturally we were more than obligated to invite him, so we called the pucka, not twice but THRICE yet he failed to pick up because, he was NAPPING. So I ask you, I ask you the people of NBHQ, was it us our him that blew it? Eh? Eh?? Yeah thash right, he snoozed, but we felt bad nonetheless. Did I mention we saw “Kill Bill 2” without em? Yeh..harsh but true.
Of course we met up with him after, cause heeza sav, and he jus drives like that. Some drama downtown too, hella cop cars pulled next to the licky store, we asked the nearest rasta what the haps were, said some cat hadda mac on the side of his hoop, so we hadda bounce like mad bouncers.
Fellow San Mateo-ians, you ever notice how early shit closes? Tryin to get some grub after the flick proved to be a bitch anda half, Nachos was closed, Double Rainbow was closed, so we settled fer some frozen pizzas at the safest of ways, and settlin aint to bad. But it can be after Leo “recycles” it. mmm hmmm, I know Leo would like to thank your shit don’t stank.
Pretty chill eatin outside in my HUGE backyard, Eeb was diggin the coke, Leo was diggin Johnny Dep, and I fell asleep too early.
And whats on the menu for tonight? Maybe a lil swim swim? In the wah wah? Ash’ms? Mole – ee? Eeberto? ehh ehh? Wull see, its all up to what my momma say, tommorows mommas day, I washed her van today, me and dawkness, scrubbed it good, than brotha dawkness ran off with the stereo…not cool.. Wull go hug yer mommas, or call em, or visit them in jail, keep ya chins up bias! Love ya mummum
By the way, check Leos bling Blizzle.
Are u tired or lit?
Real real tired this morning, the kinda tired where your face slips off the desk because your face is floating in your own drool. People kept askin me if I was baked cause I kept having the dream where u fall offa cliff or sometin, and my leg would hella twitch and I wake up with my head near the floor and my teacher sticking 12 inches of ruler up my nosehole. Usually its all bueno to sleep a bittle lit in class when your compact and unnoticeable, but I was prolly snorin lika mutha. Anyhoo, did I mention this is the second time typing this gdam post…cause I accidently exit’d out of it :P.
And did I also mention star testing is lame..mucho lamo? Indizzle. But its not all bad, ya know the school thinks they can make up for exposing us to hours upon hours of excruciating mental anguish by decking the halls with bells and holly…and muffins and shit. (and by shit I mean more muffins). Anyway, one of those chics was like, “hey cracka ass, you want summa dis muffin right herr”? and I gave er one of those half asleep responces, “fuck muffins”
Still real tired..I wish powernapping was a sport, and I wish we could play doubles :D.
Gerd Times
You mah boy Pinky, good times last night. Kinda weird how there was no one but popos outside in downtown last night. Pinky and I jus did some roamin around, put some lil pothead middle school kids in therr place, compliments of Pinky, and Godzilla. Met up wiff Leo y Julia, and some Brett, almost forgot how black Leo is. Caught somma OFRBD (the old-fat-retired-bus-drivers) softball game in central park. Than we had some homeless people push on the swings at like 11. I guess Steven brought it up first but…if u ever go homeless, hit up central park meng…sleep on a slide ;D.
So tommorow’s the seven year anniversary of Kurt Cobain’s untimely death (suicide). Kurt had sucha profound impact on me as a kid, when I would try to convince someone of my integrity I would “sware it on Kurt Cobains grave.” He was sucha poet, and he dint even know it. So damn punk rock…ya know he had hella shitty posture, and he was also amidextrous so he could have played guitar with either hand, but chose to play right handed even though playing left would have corrected his posture or some shit…punk rawk meng…punk rawk…too bad Courtney Love was/is sucha phycho bitch. Frances Bean Cobain: heres lookin at u kid.:
Yeh…so my mom had her friend pick me up one of these bitchin rings from South Africa or somethin. I think its pretty ballin, it spins around like Spreeewells, so I finally got somethin that blings more blang than Randy. Lovin it bia.
Frankie Muniz is a lil bitch who drinks monkey milk.
In case you dint know :P. Damn Im kinda hungary, imma eat your clothes off. Edible underbritches are hella good.
Oh and I added sommore tracks to the NBHQ Radio check em.
Fawkin Friday
Steve was supposed to get outta the hospital today, but it looks like he might stay a lil bit more, but hes got a lotta doctors lookin out for em, anyway I made this, if ya wanna use it, please do, jus crick on it 
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So ya know Mr. Thurtle (T $) as the english teacher who I got up and hugged in the middle of class, but dint get money for it cuz it was too pussified. Anyway, class played a lil joke on em and he got hella upset, and was sayin how hes sucha shitty teacher and hes gonna retire now and he thinks hes not teaching us anything. I felt hella bad meng, Thurtle’s easily the pimpest teacher on campus, who the fawk else says “put the scrilla in the manilla”? Shiot..that jus got to me 😛 cuz Thurtles the man.
Stopped by Randy’s but he wasnt home, I did check out his solid wheels, found out its a ’74 Buick, and believe me, its even sexier in person. His mom gave me the keys and I was chillin in it, givin er a good rub. I think he told me he didn’t even spend that much on it, which kills me, cuz theres nothing even wrong with it. And the killer…he doesnt…have…his…permit.. sumumuh bitch
I picked my mutha up some tewwwyyyaaahhhkeee cheeekkeennn fo din din, and I bought a lil sum sum for myself, I remember drinking this stuff when I was in a lil conveniant store in Hawaii, good times meng, cause that stuff in sooo good. Finished it before I left the tewwwyyyaaahhhkeee place.
I really can’t do anything this weekend, thats what happends when you get FIVE EFFS, fo gigure. Gonna run somewhere wiff mi padre in the mornin again, hopefully we can hit up the Hitwall, play some tunes bia :D.
Oh check this out: