I was at da DMV again this morning... I went there with my mom cause she just got an American name with her citizenship... Funny... Her name is Clara. hahaha! I went early in the morning with mom and got in line and took care of business fast. That is the trick with DMV. You go there in the afternoon, Forget it. ohh the little things that help in life.....
I don't know why but this reminds me of the secret garden... what is secret garden you ax?
Take a trip with me again to da glorious past of Da Fevah....
Going back.....
Going back....
Bam! its 1996.
Grunge sound has left the scene and the nineties is flurishing.... Da Fevah is a college student and life is good... Secret Garden is a place that I only new at CSUF. Ya see, we all hung out at the Titan Student Union (formerly known as Da UC). That place had many many restrooms for such a small building. But the greatest hidden restroom was hidden where no one ever went. One would never think that restroom was there... it was removed from all the ghetto ass fools that wouldn't... Couldn't appreciate the sanctity of that place. there were flower beds around it and it was just Beautiful. Once a day I would visit Da Garden and take care of business. All by myself. Without some fool walking in middle of an intense battle with da toilet.... I would walk there and I would see birds chirping, and with a song in my heart, I would go in peace... and come out satisfied with a big grin.
One day Julia (my friend) axed me where I was going. I hesistated at first because it was MY secret garden. I asked her if she can keep a secret, and with her promise I told her about Da Secret Garden... It was a dark day that day. And telling her was the biggest mistake that I've ever made cause.... She (thinking that it was so funny) told all the ghetto ass niggas everything.
So the next day I am walking to da garden....... I see something so shocking that my eyes could not believe it.... It was this guy that I knew coming out of Da Garden.... Da birds stop chirping and the song in my heart became a very somber and depressing music.... He saw me and gives me this little grin... I did not grin back. I mean there was nothing to grin about.
What I am about to tell you still hurts to talk about.... I walked in to da garden and there was a stench.... I go to MY toilet (I always went to da same one) and this nasty ass fool did not flush. I walked out in anger and went to another toilet. After that everyone knew about my sanctuary.... People would ask, "Where are you going?" They would answer "Secret Garden".... But it was not a secret anymore...
The moral of the story is that if you have something that you treasure like I treasured da garden... Don't tell anyone. Not even your closest friends.... Cause I trusted Julia (God rest her soul) deeply and she just told everyone.... I felt raped.
Oh the nostalgia!