Anyway, I asked myself.I said,"Self,...where do old hip-hoppers go?"With strands of grey hair mingled within my mustache,I dashed to the stage on open-mic night.I caught a flashback of my days as a yug'gun'.I grabbed the mic and I flowed.When I was through,the young audience showed discomfort.I yelled,"Everybody Say HOoooo!"The young audience loudly yelled back,"NOoooo!"Humiliated,I jumped off the stage,grabbed the rest of my scotch and beer from the barand went straight into the men's room.While copping a squat on a toiletbowel,you know,to search my soul,I asked myself.I said,"Self,...where do old hip-hoppers go?"copyright2005f.h.powell
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