On my Nyquil

I was supposed to be at the Brooklyn Academy of Music tonight, catchin my main nig Mos Def with the baddest young piano player on the planet, Robert Glasper. But I been sick all week, so I held off koppin tickets and then, of course, the joint was sold out.

I was also supposed to be pounding the pavement for most of the week. But its fairly cold and snowy (nuttin like upstate and WNY), so I've been holed up in the apt, writing and watching CNN.

This being sick ish is for the sparrows, man. So annoyed, dont even feel like writing about...so i'll just repost a blog classic. enjoy this lil blast fron the past:

http://twistinado.blogspot.com/2005/03/tussin-dex-and-listerine-fathers.html