tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593068093768375712.post2847058115106635962..comments2023-11-03T05:42:21.950-05:00Comments on Mmmm, brains.: Big up 2 BiggieSylarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09837908664792644151noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593068093768375712.post-59437530911218638022007-02-02T11:45:00.000-05:002007-02-02T11:45:00.000-05:00I was only 35 when I lost my hero, Biggie.I was only 35 when I lost my hero, Biggie.Mr. Bennethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16418603606479190390noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593068093768375712.post-87659688371667465382007-02-01T18:42:00.000-05:002007-02-01T18:42:00.000-05:00WordWordAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06057864165742250089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593068093768375712.post-11222618753591714922007-02-01T17:29:00.000-05:002007-02-01T17:29:00.000-05:00If I say Biggie Smalls three times in front of my ...If I say Biggie Smalls three times in front of my bathroom mirror, will Hank or Biggie Smalls show up in my bathroom? Because if either of them did, that would be soooo creepy. But really really cool at the same time.<br /><br />It would be even creepier than me stalking Mohinder creepy. (Shhhh! Don't tell him! He doesn't know!)<br /><br />And you're only 35, Mr. HRG? I would have put you at about 45 or so, but I guess you're really only as old as you feel. You're almost old enough to be my father! (Not really.)<br /><br />~LanaAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593068093768375712.post-29635581815229456062007-02-01T16:39:00.000-05:002007-02-01T16:39:00.000-05:00They k1||3d h1m!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!...<b><i>They</i></b> k1||3d h1m!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Spoon Fedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03848687042525862733noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593068093768375712.post-12969674860857891162007-02-01T16:38:00.000-05:002007-02-01T16:38:00.000-05:00I feel you, Hank. He was a great man, notoriously...I feel you, Hank. He was a great man, notoriously great. I still remember March 9th of 1997. How could I forget? We were so young then, and stupid. Perhaps it was Big's death that caused us to mature so quickly. March 10th, I realized my childhood dreams came to an end. There was no more youthful innocence in my world. I was thrown headfirst into adulthood at the young age of 35. It was too soon, Hank. It was too soon!Mr. Bennethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16418603606479190390noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593068093768375712.post-53335102994931741472007-02-01T16:32:00.000-05:002007-02-01T16:32:00.000-05:00Ah, yes. Street rivalry. Such a pety and unfortu...Ah, yes. Street rivalry. Such a pety and unfortunate happening in the lives of so many brothers today. One wonders why God, who could be a cockroach, mind you, would subjecate we brothers to such a horrible end. Is it destiny that brings the asphalt to a bling-emblazened soldier's face? Or is it mere coincidence, this meeting? Would one still refer to those who take up arms in a metaphorical war on society's intolerant ideals still be regarded as a true soldier if the possibity of needless death dissapated into nothingness? Or is it the destiny of a soldeir to pay the ultimate price? Could it be God the Cockroach's way of testing the soldeirness within the brother's soul? When faced with death in honor of a greater cause, do the true soldiers flee? Or do they hit the asphalt with pride and dignity? Alas, India has no asphalt, and perhaps we owe that to the lack of these figurative fighters. Where there is no soldier destined to meet with his maker at the hands of a .45, there can be no pavement for which to catch the hypothetical subject of this situation one he falls.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04574926120962613449noreply@blogger.com