One time, after I watched this Bob Marley DVD I bought out of the bargin bin at Best Buy for 4.99, I decided that from then on, I was gonna live my life as a ‘White Rasta.’ I started saying “dats ah-right mhan” and “wa’chu tinking boi” all the time, needless to say I was awesome. When people would ask me, “what’s up?” I would reply with, “Nutt’in mhan, just giving praise to Rastafari” and then I would scream over my shoulder at the top of my lungs, “BUFFALO SOLDIER!!!” and then pretend that I didn’t do just that, and I would look around like. ‘who said that?’ I mean, ‘who said dat.’ Then people were always, I wanna say surprised, to say the least, and they would always reply by saying what are you talking about crazy guy? Then I would say, “Rastafari? King of kings? Lord of Gods? Tamer of the lions of Judah?” People would then just look pretty weird, as to say. “HEY!!!! What the fuck’s your problem pal?” But they never did, I would just explain to them about the DVD and how from now on, I’m a white Rasta and I wish you would respect my decisions, …mhan. This period in my life where I practiced the ways of the ‘White Rasta’, their secrets and traditions, it lasted about three days. Why you ask? Well because of ALL YOU!!!! You couldn’t leave it alone, you couldn’t stand seeing me in pain. What pain? Again, glad you asked, the pain and suffering that is we, Da Rastafari!!! After finding no real answer as to what pain it actually was, and a trip to penny lane, I became a Grateful Dead ‘Dead Head’ instead, therefore that was the end of my ‘White Rasta’ stage of my life, for now.
July 20, 2008
Memory Lane
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One time, after I watched this Bob Marley DVD I bought out of the bargin bin at Best Buy for 4.99, I decided that from then on, I was gonna live my life as a ‘White Rasta.’ I started saying “dats ah-right mhan” and “wa’chu tinking boi” all the time, needless to say I was awesome. When people would ask me, “what’s up?” I would reply with, “Nutt’in mhan, just giving praise to Rastafari” and then I would scream over my shoulder at the top of my lungs, “BUFFALO SOLDIER!!!” and then pretend that I didn’t do just that, and I would look around like. ‘who said that?’ I mean, ‘who said dat.’ Then people were always, I wanna say surprised, to say the least, and they would always reply by saying what are you talking about crazy guy? Then I would say, “Rastafari? King of kings? Lord of Gods? Tamer of the lions of Judah?” People would then just look pretty weird, as to say. “HEY!!!! What the fuck’s your problem pal?” But they never did, I would just explain to them about the DVD and how from now on, I’m a white Rasta and I wish you would respect my decisions, …mhan. This period in my life where I practiced the ways of the ‘White Rasta’, their secrets and traditions, it lasted about three days. Why you ask? Well because of ALL YOU!!!! You couldn’t leave it alone, you couldn’t stand seeing me in pain. What pain? Again, glad you asked, the pain and suffering that is we, Da Rastafari!!! After finding no real answer as to what pain it actually was, and a trip to penny lane, I became a Grateful Dead ‘Dead Head’ instead, therefore that was the end of my ‘White Rasta’ stage of my life, for now.