Cass Red Huh?

Here we go again. Alright, so right after school my co-workers Mikey and Ashley were walking back to my place to kick off the night. On the way home we had to make a “beer run” so we dipped in to our local Family Mart (Korean equivalent of 7-11’s, they’re everywhere). I was gazing at the not so vast beer selection and came across a creature of another breed; I’ve seen Cass Red a few other times but I’ve never noticed the label that said it was 6.9% alcohol by volume. If you know anything about beer, believe me I don’t know shit, you know that the “Diesel” (that’s bud heavy for you lame asses) is 5.5% alcohol by volume, and that means that Cass Red shits on Bud in terms of getting you blitzed in a steadfast manner. Anyway, my homie Mikey and I are just kickin’ it in my room listening to some hip hop and I cash those 40’s of Cass Red quicker than a pond dries up in the Sahara desert. By this point we are pretty drunk and we decide we had better get some food. As we are walking to get food at the nearest fried chicken and beer joint (which Koreans do immaculately by the way) and who else do I run into but one of my students. This little boy named Arthur runs up to me and gives the biggest hug ever while yelling, “Zach Teacher, Zach Teacher, Zach Teacher.” I do my best to act sober as a duck and apparently it worked because his mom and dad came over and started talking to Mikey in Hangul (the Korean Language). They told him that Arthur talks about me like I’m a God or something and that he is always talking about Zach Teacher. I was happy to hear this and even happier when his dad sat down with us and ordered a pitcher of beer and had a few brews with us. After a half hour of bullshitting with Arthur’s pops he finally decided it was too late and that they better take the kids home and put them to bed. Before they left his wife got my phone number and said she wanted to have me over for dinner one night, of course I obliged. He told us not to worry about paying for the food or any of the beer we ordered and that he would get the whole tab…turns out he owns the place or something. It was the shit, thank you Cass Red and Arthur!

oh, and on the music tip check out Army of Pharaohs – Dump the Clip. It’s backpack rap at it’s finest produced by one of backpack raps finest Jedi Mind Tricks.