The Red Line

I was on the red line today going to Times Square, and out of the corner of my eye I see this guy get on my car, and I can just tell by the way he is waddling on with a cane that he is some sort of beggar, which, believe me, there is no fucking shortage of in New York. And sure enough he walks to the center of the car and starts his announcement,
"Scuse me ladies and gentlemen. I'm very sorry to interrupt you for this brief announcement, but I have had a full hip replacement and I have trouble walking. I wish I could be working right now. I had a stroke this January and my health does not allow me to work yet. It brings me great embarrassment to be here. Maybe some of y'all can help me out."
Nobody moves. No one ever does. I can't understand why so many people do this bc I never see them get any help. I certainly don't give to panhandlers, because that's how you generate more fucking smelly panhandlers. But this guy keeps going,
"I was a Vietnam vet."
And I'm beginning to wonder, "Is he just going to keep adding shit on until he gets something?"
"Just decades ago I was in charge of millions of dollars worth of equipment, and dozens of men. Now I'm reduced to begging for pennies on the subway."
But he didn't stop there.
"In 1988 I ran for city council in Queens. I was elected democratically, and was in charge of various important duties. Now my vision is poor in both eyes, and it is difficult for me to read the important documents I once read. But I cannot afford glasses. Nor food. So if any of you have some spare food you could share with me today."
I am generally willing to give spare food, rather than money, to panhandlers. Especially if I know it will go to waste. But I had no food.
"On September the 11th, 2001, I was near the World Trade Center, and I helped rescue many women from ground zero, and took them to safety. Now I have difficulty breathing."
And you could see as some people began reaching for pennies and spare change to put in his hat, as his story got more and more desperate. And I wondered what my breaking point would be. What would it take for me to give this man a dollar?
"In the 1990's, I fucked Mariah Carey on at least four separate occasions. Now I cannot fuck, because I am homeless and unshowered and no one will fuck me."
That's what it would take. Because I have also fucked Mariah Carey. And because we are not an enormous group of brothers who have fucked her, I will help this man, my brother, out with one dollar today.

Even celebrities who look great in photos have insecurities in the bedroom.

People sometimes ask me what I did to make Mariah so obsessed with me.
“Why did she fall so head over heals with you?”
And I tell them that I think it was something I said to her that first night when we were both naked together. She was a little apprehensive about taking her clothes off and she told me she felt fat when she was naked because her curves were, “let loose.” She only liked to have sex with her bra on yada yada yada. And that’s when I said to her,

“You are a huge woman. Your voice is huge. Your career is huge. Your fanbase is huge. Your legacy is enormous. Your award collection is huge. So you’ve got big curves to back up the huge life you’ve made for yourself? Be proud, for god’s sake. It shouldn’t be any other way. You shouldn’t feel ashamed. Especially not with me. I’m here to love you, not judge you.”

Fuck all that airbrush shit. Even celebrities who look great in photos have insecurities in the bedroom. I loved seeing Mariah’s flaws. Her legs are not shiny and glossy, they’re real. Real legs. And her breast fucking haaaaaaang… but in a great big Beautiful way.

Anyways, as soon as I said that to her, she let loose. She got so comfortable with me, to the point where she would take her top off while we were just eating French fries. It was awesome.

ODB

She used to talk about Old Dirty Bastard all the freaking time. Non-stop. It was like she was trying to impress me, because she knows I love the Wu-Tang Clan. But she never really said anything of significance about him, or any details about the time they spent together. It was always,

“Oh, he was so amazing, I miss him so much.”
Or
“I cherish the time we spent together.”

And getting very sentimental about him. So I started to wonder, “Did Old Dirty Bastard do Mariah?” Because Mariah is very sentimental about fucking. And if she was trying to make me jealous, it didn’t work, because she never really hinted as to whether they fucked or not, but even if she had said, “He fucked me like a dirty bastard.” It wouldn’t have made me jealous, it just would have made me proud, to know I had been somewhere one of my heroes had been. Plus that makes the fact that I fucked Mariah Carey even cooler, like, look at her list:
That old fuck
Old Dirty Bastard
Me.

Awesome.

So, if anyone reading this knows more details about the relationship between ODB and MC, plz post a comment.

Pudding

People often ask me for proof that I fucked Mariah. I say, "THe proof is in the pudding." What that means is, Mariah is coming out with 2 albums this year. She never came out with 2 albums in one year before meeting me. I gave here that. That was me. That's why she's back. She was really crazy for a while there. Trust me.