  Last year around this time I was wetting my feet in the slam scene. I was slamming on a more then rare basis and I was always nervous as holy fuck about it.
At this time was my famous "freezing" moment at the NUYO. I froze twice during the poem and was traumatized from there on out. Segue onto the next slam and the story plays like this. I tell Oscar that I want to slam on Monday regardless of the debacle that I just went through at the Nuyo. All week I was memorizing my "Yo Soy del Bronx" piece and I wanted to bust it from memory. As Oscar was trying to tell me that the piece is longer then three minutes, I was sure my piece was under the dreaded time limit. Come Monday and I proudly get up there and "spit". Four minutes and twenty five seconds later and I was done. It sucks folks.... the time penalty brought me down to a stinging 22. I knew the piece was long but not to the point where it would kill me. At that time I went first and got the highest score in the first round but that time penalty sucks ass.
Lenny brought me a stop watch and I haven't gone over since! Moral of the story?? Diane, buy a fuckin stop watch! That skinny west coast chic needs a stop watch engrained in her forehead. I don't think there is one viable excuse for a seasoned veteran to go over the time limit. I will forgive you forgetting a poem you have done 60 times over before I forgive a time penalty.
The slam was decent yesterday as Celena is making all of Bar 13 competitors her bitches. I love her style and she holds firm with every word that comes from her mouth. RAC killed it and I was happy to see her get some points. Also - my new slam whore Abena has taken the title away from Ray this year. Ray never slammed until I convinced him that he had what it took. Before you know it- instant whore! Ray slammed at least 5 times last year. Abena has six under her belt and she is solid!!! I will most likely slam in two weeks and try to get some points. Fish is leaving the Fish Tank 
