Velociworld

SEA DEE'S

I live in a sea of CD's, all blank. And by blank I mean they're recorded, but are not labeled. My kids burn CD's like I used to do one-hits, and with equal abandon.

I wouldn't care, but they never label them. Some have one song, some have three. Only a few are full of songs, like I burn a CD.

I keep trying to go through the things with a marker, and label them, but I don't know the names of the frigging songs. Once in a while I get lucky. If I hear

All my niggaz they be livin' it up... uh, uh...

And all my bitches they be giving it up... uh, uh...

I'll take a chance and write "Livin' It Up" on the disc. Then my fifteen year old will say "There's my Ja Rule!".

I know the drill. I have to sit down with both girls and go through 150 of these things, and label them. I'm not going to like what I hear. Except for that Ja Rule. That was pretty fucking good, actually. Wish I'd had that at the drive-in.