  What to say,  what to do,  what to,  hmm,  the expectations,  the wherewithalls,
 it’ s like,  the eye of the overfiend is blazing right across my chest &  ankles,  like “ yah,
 punk,  whutsup?  how do you properly describe a situation in which all kine personalities and politics ( although I have this teensy eensy feeling the veer will be a la izquierda)  meeting in one place,  the city of Nuevo.
 As I jogged ( yes I leave my computer,  but only to take the meat for a walk)  through downtown honolulu last nite I found myself pondering the dynamic of NYC as this place where any and all kinds of random ass hardcore shit go down and the irony of the matter in that it occurs in such a geographically organized locale.  I’ m talking about,
 of course,  the perfect gridlines on which YOUR island’ s streets are built.  I pondered this because oahu’ s thoroughfares are governed by no such governances,  and you can go sidearm,
 swizzle stick,  shit,  you’ ll be scooting yer legs over back &  behind a spot you were just in with little or no ill effects to the continuum or nearby locales.  It also got me thinking that I’
d recommend you folks stick to the ground,  or even underground,  literally,  I mean,  I’ ve only been to NYC once,
 years ago,  but I was amazed,  as an Angelino born &  raised,  at the degree to which peeps pack on the mothafuckin streets ovah theah.  I’
d always thought that crocodile Dundee shit where he had to climb up the street light to see that chick was a typical Hollywood bullshit cadence,  but,  hmmm,  if memory serves correct,  it was every man woman child possibly ever born happenstancingly wandering the same boulevard as your hero/ villain,
 whatevayacallit.  But back to the point.  As I run the streets of the other h- town ( scarface,  no disrespect)
 I see the strategies so much more clearly,  when you’ re on the streets,  outta your car,  you are cognizant of the levels,  the tidbits,
 bums hanging out behind iolani palace over by the statue of queen liliuokalani,  a homeless vagrant making his dwelling within a stone’ s throw of the USA’ s only royal domicile.  And right next door,  the senate and house HQ,
 which I’ d never set foot on,  well I ran right through there,  feeling like rocky,  taking it to the streets,  to borrow a phrase from myself via decades of pop culture,
 climbing up the admittedly short flight of stairs,  inside yet outside,  coming out the front and admiring the art nouvea father Damien statue,  and then,  there it was,  an exact replica of the liberty bell,
 and,  weird,  I’ d just been thining about phillie via sly stallone’ s oscar winning characterization of a down and out lump of muscle.  Uh,
 hmmm,  as usual,  I’ ve rambled myself into a corner,  but I’ ll say it again,
 wander,  peruse,  get underground,  overground,  but stay out of cars as much as possible,  to get the real vibe,
 the real feel,  the real energy,  of all these sharks and self- eating manatee that will be invading your already crowded &  world famous city.  Cruise with the AC on full blast and biggie and pac,
 social relevance notwithstanding,  blasting from your speakers,  and you’ ll miss it,  you’ ll miss what they’
re doing,  who they’ re talking to,  the brainwash squads will be out,  and if you wanna counteract their likely dastardly schedule,  and get your own movement ocillating,
 and not roll by the crux of the situation blissfully unaware,  if y’ all are serious about affecting people and making them understand the status quo does not have to be the way the will and the wang- chung,  then remember where that shit’ s gotta start.
