Monday, September 7, 2009

G-G-G-G-GUS UNIT?



In NY the streets were abuzz over an elderly Harlem restaurant supply owner who killed 2 would be robbers with a shotgun and reopened his store the next day.



Rumor has it shopkeeper Charles (Gus) Augusto, 72 has been invited to join 50 Cents Hip Hop group G-unit. Please keep in mind this is just word on the street and nothing has been confirmed yet. In less than a week. Augusto's street cred increased exponentionally after shooting 4 (killing 2) criminals who tried to rob his store in Harlem. Numerous calls to Augusto have not been returned but that's understandable. It's not known whether he'll be replacing a current G-unit member just be an addition to the group. I'm torn on this rumor. One I think it's great that an
elderly man can be invited to join a platinum hip hop group. However I don't think it's cool that a person can win the respect of the streets because of his gun skills. He's 72 so I assume he'll just do local shows. All of that travel would be hell on a man of his age. It's not known yet if he'll rap or DJ. Many in the hip hop community think he may serve as the G-Unit hype man so that he won't be inundated with the difficult task of remembering lyrics. As of now this is just a rumor. When I get an official confirmation from the 50 Cent camp I'll pass it along.

Sunday, September 6, 2009

You look just like my man Harpo


This post is pretty much self explanatory. I was out drinking (but not driving) and we stopped at a spot called Fatburger. That's when I noticed this guy who looked like Harpo Marx if BET gave him a makeover. (Basically he'd be black and he'd talk a lot. Exec 1: "Yeah but his hook is he doesn't talk". Exec 2: "I don't give a damn, Make him black and make him loud!" ) This isn't in the video but I was tipsy enough to wave at him and he came running out the restaurant over to the car. His happiness was like that of a man who hadn't seen another human for over 50 years. As he approaches the car my friend says "oh shit" under his breath (he was white and scared) and I say to the guy "Oh I'm sorry, but you look just like my man Harpo." He was so happy that someone was talking to him that it didn't ever register that I might be talking about Harpo Marx (or he doesn't know who Harpo Marx is). He shook my hand and went back into the restaurant. My friend began laughing uncontrollably and repeating the line "you look just like my man Harpo." He's still laughing to this day.