New York Women

What's woody wood, grasshoppers?

I have a quick question to ask...

...why are New York women so damn mean?!

And why do I think New York women walk around with a chip on their shoulders?

I used to say to my New York buddies, "I don't know how ya'll can deal with the women here"

So at first, I thought it was just me. But then I found out that other dudes in NYC felt the same way. And I felt better…LOL

I’m from Chicago, and I've met women from different parts of the city when I used to perform and go clubbing in NYC...I noticed a BIG difference between the attitudes of native New Yorkers and out of towners...even Long Island women are much cooler and more down to earth, and Long Island is on the SAME body of land with Brooklyn and Queens!

For everyone who isn’t from New York City, NYC is made up of 5 boroughs: Brooklyn, Queens, Bronx, Manhattan, and the red headed step-child called Staten Island.

Long Island is east of Queens.

What’s funny is that it got to a point where I KNOW when a woman is NOT from the 5 boroughs.

If you’re a chick who smiles and appears too happy-go-lucky when I see you walking down the street, most likely you’re NOT from New York.

Real talk

How do I know?

I usually strike a conversation with them and find out they aren’t originally from NYC, or when I converse with a woman at a club who lives out of town

I don’t wanna generalize, but the majority of women I’ve met in NYC who acted more easy going were either:


A) From other parts of the United States and moved to New York

B) Older women (age 30 and up)

C) Living on Long Island, Westchester County (north of the Bronx), or New Jersey (across the Hudson River from NYC)

You might say, "King, maybe it's how you approach them"

I’m not the type of dude who normally holla at females on the street. That’s not my style because it’s impersonal, and I understand the bullshit that women go thru from men on a daily basis with the cat calls.

If I catch eye contact with a shorty, I might say, “Hey, beautiful” and go my merry way.

Sometimes I get a response...
...sometimes I don’t

I don’t take it personal when I don't

I don’t take it personal because NYC is a cold, dog-eat-dog, rat race type of city where people are constantly on top of each other.

And people wonder why I rather work and live on Long Island than the boroughs…NYC is TOO stressful...word up

So I understand why New York women put up a defensive wall when you approach them

I laugh to myself when I see a sista mean mugging, but smiles AFTER I say a joke.

Anyway, I’m out like Star Wars

Peace

Nah'Sun the Great @ www.nahsunblaze.com

P.S.

To all the New York women out there; I’m not shitting on ya’ll. But damn, it doesn’t hurt to smile sometimes

What Would Dr. King Do At The Club?

I just wanna say the club me and my man had hit up on MLK Day was booty…straight wack.

20 bucks was wasted on some nonsense…I won’t put the club on blast, though…I’m a firm believer of second chances when it comes to clubs (sometimes)

What I WILL do is give you a hint:

The club rhymes with “Sexy Mon” and is located in Midtown Manhattan

You figure out the rest

The DJ was garbage…the drinks were expensive in small ass cups…and the chicks were “okay”

Gimme at least 1 out of the 3 if all of those factors at the club don’t measure up at the same time

The bright spot was…you guessed it, ME

Your favorite author turned socialite



 

I debut my tie that night…straight player (the tie, not me)

I fell in love with that tie the first time I saw it at my favorite tie store somewhere in Mahattan…I made a pledge to rock nothing but suits when I hit the club…suited and booted in the year dime 2 pennies.

And I’m the quarter dollar, baby pa





And no...I didn't "swagger jack" Neyo...I rocked fedoras before homie got famous
 
The comments I get from people went from "you look like a pimp" to "you look like Neyo"
 
Just because I cock my hat "Ace Deuce" means I look like Neyo??? Get the fuck outta here
 
Oh yeah…model Crystal Bates hosted the party (nice girl)…she appeared in Straight Stuntin magazine and all that good stuff





I knew see wasn’t a chick coming to party at the club that night based on her attire…I approached her, introduced myself, gave her a bookmark, and keep it movin'
 
You know...networking

I didn’t realize she was Crystal Bates until I saw the pics days later…even if I did, I still would’ve treated her the same way I’d treat a honey without a title
 
Pretty woman...thick as heaven...Owwwwww!!!
 
Anyhoo…my man Yemi had left without telling me…he said the party was wack and he had to go to work the next day anyway…the fucked up part was him not telling him he'd left
 
There I was looking around the club like a madman tryna find them cat...good thing cell phones and texting exist

He claimed he didn’t wanna disturb me because he peeped me talking to a chick (which was true) and didn’t wanna mess up my rhythm

Nice girl, too…real down to earth…but who plays on their Nintendo DS at the club???


o_O

Aight, ya’ll…I’m out...have a nice weekend and don't do anything I would do
 
Nah’Sun the Great

New York Authors and Their Crackhead Prices

Abracadabra, Sunites

Between writing Part 2 of the Thick series (shame on you if you didn’t cop “Thick When the Chances are Slim”), I’m droppin’ a weekly blog for ya’ll to sharpen my swords.

Without futher ado…I’m gonna chop off heads to kick off the insanity…I’m kinda pissed off right about now.

I’m going in on New York "authors" (emphasis on the quotations) who sell their books for $3 and $5 on the streets. They’re messing up the game for heads like me who don’t push their books for crackhead prices.

This is why the book game is so screwed up in the Rotten Apple. I know my worth, so I’ll be damn to short change myself just for some book sales.

Some people will say, “Established authors sell their books for less than $10, too.”

Newsflash…I’M NOT THEM…I know my worth…so if authors wanna sell their paperbacks for less than ten bucks and eBooks for 99 cents, that’s on them.

Selling my books for 3 dollars is a misrepresentation of my talent as a writer…my mama would slap me if I do some dumb shit like that…LOL

My thing is this…if you REALLY want my book, you’ll cop it for $15 (which is the average price for a paperback book for the most part).
 
How would you feel if you sold high powered marijuana only to see dudes selling bush weed and messing up the hustling game in your hood?
 
Not only that, but people accepting low-grade weed and bypassing yours just because “it’s too expensive.”
 
You’ll be pissed…I know I would.
 
That’s why I took my show on the road…a popular book vendor in DC REFUSES to sell books less than $15 because she doesn’t want to set the tone for selling cheap books in her city…she saw what happened in NYC, and she’ll be damn to let it happen in DC.
 
Aight ya’ll…I’m out like 2011
 
Happy New Year in Colored People Time fashion
 
Peace and Afro Grease
 
Nah’Sun the Great