Buy every label you find.
Shit rocks. I have been doing some record shopping. Friday I went to Restore and picked up more hip hop. I then also went to the Olde Book Store and got some funk/mowtown stuff. Today I went to a furniture joint and picked up 4 Buddah Labels. 3 7" and 1 12". All good.
Thursday... I think I went to Dee's. I did. It was ok. Then we came back and I watched fight club. It was good, but had a plot hole or two. Friday I did shit and then got to hang out with Adam and his crew. They railed some morphine. Shit was crazy. I didn't go for none. But I don't judge. Each their own.
Played mad crazy records. Thursday I was also woken up by George's Mom banging and yelling at our door. Both me and my roommate had the exact same thought plan. It was 11:35am. We are half awake wishing to sleep a bit longer and we think we here the other knocking at our door. We ignore the knocking hoping they will get the message that you are trying to sleep. Yet, the knocking continues. You hollar at the other "what do you need??" No responce, just more kncoking and now yelling. You begin jumping out of bed yelling "just a sec, I'm comming!" And we are both treated by the image of Georges Mom half in our apartment asking us if we knew where George was. At this point my roommate takes control and calls up George and hands the phone over. The problem is solved, but now we are both awake. Fuck. >_<
Blazed bud all weekend. Smoked blunts. I chilled out at Nick's place tonight for a bit.
Today I was also woken pleasantly by a txt to buy more bud. I sold 50 8/th to cj. And then tonight at Nick's house I sold a 20/g to Joe. I love Joe. I love selling 20/g. I love smoking 20/g.
Shits fun. I have worked so little in the last three weeks it is crazy.
No comments:
Post a Comment