Part I
Livingroom Johnston sat on top of a chair on top of a building inside of his bedroom. Then climbed down and went to the Cafe Habana Outpost in Brooklyn, said what it is to the staff, politicked with Oscar, who cooked the hell out some damn food, ate, caught the itas and took a nap on top of the mother fucking goddamn roof of the truck, went to the grocery store and played a hundred scratch off gambling cards, then went back home and painted some bricks to flip and called Murs from the West Coast to let him know the book to go inside of his next album cover was done and ready to go. 'Murray's Revenge' will be out sooner than later with a Livingroom Johnston book inside of it. Nice one.
Livingroom answered the phone when it rang and listened to Ricardo Cortes lecture him about the back page of a novel Livingroom wrote titled 'I don't want to think about it right now!' that was supposed to be released in September but they pushed the date back because every time Livingroom goes to one of Martha Stewarts' dinner parties she gets too drunk and passes out before her guests arrive. They were talking about doing the 'I don't want to think about it right now!' release party at her estate. Livingroom is a Lizard. He hung up on Ricardo then hollered at M1 from Dead Prez, who said, "MY man... do me a favor. Stop talking so loud. Meet me at my release Party. Ok?" M1 released a record titled 'birth of a nation'. It's off the hook. Livingroom responded 'yes' and told M1 he was a Lizard and mentioned the two of them were supposed to do a video interview to be produced by Reid van Renesse with the lazy eye, who ended up having a discussion about the weather with M1-when both of them knew damn well Reid is White as snow and M1 is as Black as one could get. One aint got to ask nobody. That was later though.
Livingroom then went on and drank a shit load of frozen mohitos, for it was hot as a Brother gets mad, when thinking about how Brothers and Sisters used to be slaves and the person in the grocery store had the nerve to eyeball him, as he stole a whole six pack of beer without even hiding the shit, took it home and was supposed to go to Tribeca to see some movie shit but it did not happen, so he put the beers in the fridge and made his next move.
He didn't get one block from home when people came out of the mother fucking wood work to cop his books but he aint had none on him. He had other shit to do. He about faced and went back into his building where there was a box from UPS stuffed with alligator shoes from some company. He took the box upstairs so fast one might have though he caught a football and was too skinny to be on the field with no pads on and shit. He opened the box and slid into a new pair of gators and walked down to Flatbush and Myrtle Avenues and stood there for a good two and a half hours doing absolutely nothing. For no reason whatsoever. About twenty- five elderly White people marched by with 'Black Power' tee shirts on. Livingroom Johnston laughed and suggested they all read 'From Superman to Man by J.A. Rogers!' and pick up a copy of the 'Birth of a nation' c.d. and listen intently too it. Because a tee shirt aint gone do nothing for nobody. The projects is right down the block and the people's minds are on other things beside tee shirts and bleeding hearts.
The lifestyle of Livingroom Johnston's older brother Roskoe Jenkins, who stays out of the public eye for the business he runs is not acceptable unless it's rapped about or a movie is made about it, is not the most pleasant. It is a hustle though. Roskoe lives in Manhattan. Livingroom sometimes visits Roskoe before he leaves his pad to check on his stable. Roskoe has a lot of bright ideas. One of which was the bricks. Yes! Bricks. Actual bricks. You can find limited edition Livingroom Johnston painted bricks on line. They're too heavy for him to lug around in a briefcase. But sure enough they are there. Livingroom said: "BE", and so there there 'BE' bricks at two hundred dollars and four cents each.
Come nightfall Livingroom Johnston went back to Myrtle avenue with a couple of painted bricks in his hands and watched the elderly White folks doing Tai Chi in the middle of the street, stopping traffic, while chanting something about social change. Two of them came over and inquired about the bricks Livingroom had. He said that he was flipping bricks for two-hundred dollars and four cents each. One of the elderly folks bought a brick while the other searched his pockets for four cents with two-hundred dollar bills in his hand and told Livingroom he saw him sleeping on top of a truck earlier in the day. Livingroom did not let the man go for four cents so he took the single brick back home after selling its peer and went out and got into a cab on Fulton Street and got out near the South Street Sea Port in Manhattan New York and walked straight into M1's record release party and politicked with the Brother about life and future projects they will be doing. Watch the video interview of M1 by Livingroom Johnston and Reid Van Renesse on camera. Be cool.
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