2wired

Hi-Ho sports fans! Once again back it’s the incredible… I guess you wonder where I’ve been, I searched to find the love within. I’ve been around the world and ay- yi -yi. Been so long , I been missing you Baby… Times up, I’m sorry I kept you and all that good stuff.
Truthfully, my journey has NOT been to remote corners of the globe (in fact I haven’t even left my room in days) but rather a mission of another kind. I have been staying up into the small hours of the morning’ cooking up some powerful shit which I plan to drop on the unwashed masses soon and very soon . (Stay tuned sports fans, stay tuned!)
Now, before anyone gets themselves worried (I can hear my friends now: “Oh No! Don’t tell me KEO’s back on that Being Bobby Brown!!?!”) please understand I have managed these amazing travels of the inner-mind aided only by my drug of choice; Café Bustelo. Siempre fresco, puro y aromatico como ninguno. Ya dig?
Now I’m not talking about no fourdollarandsennyfivecentfrappacappalattading-dong, no sir. You see, I’m a man of means by no means at all. I’m talking that Key Food Two for Five. The dirty-dirty. Jailhouse Java, brewed through an ol’ pantyhose.
But why, you ask,  do I need to stay up ‘til my eyes cross only to wake at the ass-crack of dawn and start all over again? BIG tings a gwan. 2010 is the year all my labors come to fruition. The sun even shines on a dog ass sometimes. I mean, picture me staying broke. Why, that’d be as preposterous as awarding a Peace Prize to a man who has escalated war in…ummm, never mind, poor analogy. But you get the picture, the kid is grinding. 
I promise I will hit you with a preview of coming attractions shortly,  but in the meantime and in between time, here is an ode to that magical jump-juice that helps me make it through the night…

This one I did in my man Julio’s book. Julio is the glue that holds 12oz/ A.K.A. together, and he does it all with that good Muddy Waters. He is partial to the PILON, but we’ll forgive him cause he’s from Miami.

Bill muthafuckin ground hog day ghost bustin’ ass Murray

Why oh why did I eat cappuchino?

This aint no Seattle Gringo.

Stare at the walls

Trini style

Your Daddy he’s an outlaw…