The Rain On

Our Play separated the men from the boys.
Hup, well lawksamercy! There was a boy hiding right under my nose.
Look here baby, honey, sweetie, love. Your excuses were lamer than a two-legged dog. You weren't sure of the address? How long have you been hearing about it? 2-3 months? Motherfucker if you look down a post or two THERE'S A FUCKING FLYER. It was a downpour? Funny, every seat in the house was full, the downpour didn't seem to stop anyone else. It was a long drive? Yeah, I know, that's what Bee said when she arrived from her long ass trip to come see my shit. So you wanna know why my voice was icey on the phone? Well to take a page from Miss Erykah, you should have kept in mind that I'm a writer and I'm passionate about my shit. I support strangers, friends and sometimes even people I don't like. It can be taken for granted that I would support my baby. And I did, until now. It's all fun and games 'til shit gets real. Words are my soul. Even if I only contribute one single word,it is a piece of my heart. You should consider yourself lucky that your absence did not darken my night for if it did, I'd probably want to lay one of my tiny fists across your considerable jaw. I love you but I can't fuck wit you. Nope. Not at all. And I'm not ya friend. So there you go, all the words behind the ice. Don't freeze your ass off on your way out of my life.

Riot act delivered.
Lets move on.
The rain stopped nothing, the seats were full, there was head-bobbing, arm-waving and clap, clap, clapping.
To every person that came out and showed love: THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU.
You all made the severe case of nerves and accompanying oh-lord-please-make-this-good rash worth it. I thank you for all the compliments and kudos. I can't wait to share the expanded version with you all. I haven't done live work in a while and you guys made it a beautiful, trippy experience. You'll be seeing more of me, muMs, Margie and our different work in the coming months.

I can't stop thanking you all enough. I'm all weepy-eyed and shit.


To those that didn't make it (and didn't bother to call, text, send carrier pigeons, smoke signals, use indian drums): Um, Fuck your holes. Word up.

There'll be more about the rest of the night at some point, including, but not limited to: Seeing DJ Butta L, talking politics with Bee and Ree, "I ate too much", DJ Mary Mack SLAYIN 'EM, the 'audience' watching my buns, "dude, where's my car?", jamming in the truck, the tow yard and the ride home...

- & I'm out, tired but happy!

Damn, that was quick!!!
1:46 pm Reader mail IV
SparkieMark2001 wrote:
"I wish I lived in New York I would have come to your show. I'd hate to be your boyfriend. That was cold. You were all over the guy so how could you break up with him that easy? Didn't you love him? Does that mean you're on the market again? I hope I can meet you if I come to New York. I wish you all the best."

Mala replies,
Thank you, your presence would have been much appreciated. Trust me, you wouldn't hate being my man-friend, it's a hell of a ride until the wheels fall off. Technically it was a lustyloveaffair so he wasn't my boyfriend per se. Furthermore, I don't date boys, I prefer men. And cold was the feeling I got while hearing the sad ass excuses. Yeah I love him, always have always will, but loving someone means you support them and their endeavors. Also, loving someone doesn't mean they have to be a part of your life. At all. I'm taking no shorts and no fucking prisoners these days. No, I'm not back on the market. In the archives you wil find this:

They say: "Why buy the cow when the milk is free...?" Well fuck them, whoever they may be. The milk is no longer free.. And the cow is not for sale.

As for meeting me in New York, I'm always around and stranger things have happened. Thanks for your well wishes and for stopping by to read about me and my bullshit.

- Mala