First off, I'd like say thanks to all the folks that called to see if I was OK. Thanks guys!
Secondly, NO I DID NOT HAVE A PANIC ATTACK!
"Hey man ... Heard you had a meltdown .. You OK?"
"Hey bro ... You alright? ... Heard you had a panic attack."
"Duuude ... Heard you flipped the f*ck out and had a nervous break down."
In ACTUALITY, I ALMOST PASSED OUT FROM TAKING A LEAK.
THATS HOW FLIPPIN' BAD ASS I AM! (I'm pretty stressed though)
Here's the skinny:
Sunday night I got a text from Tyrone of the CleanCuts (One of my favorite DJ crews), saying that he was having an art installation and spinning over at Tower Bar.
I hit up a few folks to see if anyone was going.
During the text/phone call melee, Drewface of Flesh Skin Tattoo told me that she, her boyfriend Dominic and some other friends were also having an art show over at Kadan.
I hit up Lil'Sis Christie and we trooped over to Kadan to check out Drew and Dominic.
(NOTE: For those of you who do not know Christie ... There is a pic of her next to the word TROOPER in the dictionary.)
A bit later, Christie, Michelle and I rolled over to Tower to check Mick, Tyrone and the CleanCuts.
Few Beers, Rad Music!
I got home around 12:30am or so and was asleep by 12:45am.
Around 3 am I woke up to take a leak.
Right as I was shaking, got suuuuper dizzy and strange tunnel vision. Whoah!
A few seconds later I was having a hard time breathing ... Double F'n Whoah!
I sat down at my desk and burst into a cold sweat. OK Freakout time.
I thought to myself ... "Self ... This Suuuucks. Having trouble breathing, Having trouble seeing, Am I dying ? ... Get dressed, call a cab to go to the hospital ... Wait... Fuck that! Call EMT ... Get yourself dressed man, ain't nobody want to see your naked ass passed the f*ck out on the floor."
I get dressed and wobble outside as the EMT and the cab roll up simultaneously. Classic!
The EMT cats take my blood pressure, EKG, and Blood sugar.
Everything checks out AOK ... WTF ? Still a little dizzy though.
As I tell them the story, one of the EMT's says ... "Wait... Did you try to force your piss out ?"
Anywhoo ... They take me to the hospital just to be on the safe side.
More blood tests ... More EKG ... Chest X-Rays, Cat Scan ... FRIKKIN' SPINAL TAP ... OOOOUCH!
After the spinal tap, and having my bones re-laced with Adamantium, I wake up to my best buddy/BFF and father of my goddaughter, Mark peering over the bed. "Hey Buddy!"
Rap to the doctor a bit more ... " Everything checks out OK. Not at risk for anything ... I'd say you had a case of URINARY SYNCOPE or Micrurition Syncope."
Who would have thought you can pass out from taking a leak !?
Lee Shelton (also known as Stagger Lee, Stagolee, Stackerlee, Stack O'Lee, Stack-a-Lee, Stack-Aly and by several other spelling variants) was a black cab driver and a pimp[1] convicted of murdering William "Billy" Lyons on Christmas Eve, 1895 in St. Louis, Missouri. The crime was immortalized in a blues folk song that has been recorded in hundreds of different versions.
Lee Shelton was not just a common pimp, but as described by Cecil Brown,[2] "Lee Shelton belonged to a group of pimps known in St. Louis as the 'Macks'. The macks were not just 'urban strollers'; they presented themselves as objects to be observed."
Here are several versions for todays first installment.
Enjoy...
The First rendition in from an album entitled: Mississippi and Louisiana State Penitentiaries Prisoners.
My Personal favorite version recorded by Bruce Jackson. (If you are familiar with Samuel Jackson's performance of this song in the amazingly fucking weird film Black Snake Moan, it becomes painfully apparent, that he is well familiar with Bruce Jackson's recording.)