|Full Mental Jacket|
Now, the week begins. A test of sorts, begins.
It's the 8th, one week from when I got paid last. I have no money other than a cupfull of change; to my person. I get paid again on the 15th, a week from now.
I don't know how I do it, but for the most part, I always get..what I need, to get me through the week.
When I said I had no money other than the change to my PERSON..that means ON ME..i have money to my name, shit I got a GRIP of scrillah stacked up in my name..but NAY. The one faint clinging to life SHRED of control I have stands in front of that ..vault and is armed to the teeth daring me..DARING me to go ahead and TRY to take a 20..but HEY..in the big scheme of things, it'll pay off later.
HOPEFULLy..that change turns into atleast 7, 8 bucks tomorrow..i might take some more cans in.
Nigga why you shakin your head and sighin fo'...DIS IS REAL MOTHAFUCKEN LIFE, BIATCH! I NEEDS MY DRUGS.
Works been alot quieter..I know they always say that the 1sts of the months are the worst..and i've been around for a few of them (working INSIDE)..but nothing compares to last week. Thank god the lazy asses i bust MY ass for; so they can stay on welfare, thank god they put those foodstamps and welfare checks to good use. Won't have to see them again until next month.
fuck though..i could use some gubmint' moneys...I should hook up with some folks into ID theft and have them make me a fake..person. Give em some ethnic name, say they've got kids and..whatever other criteria you have to meet in order to be able to sit on your ass and wait for that check.
So JARROD gets paid tomorrow..mixed blessing, perhaps. He SHOULD quit smoking, and try to get another job. But uh..hey, if he wants to buy a bag, far be it from me to be the voice of reason. Rodneys been low on funds...been buying too much chronic lately, gotta settle for the schwag so you can have some for laters, yar-r-r-a. Dumbass 'im out on bail til i go back for my courtdate for my statutory charges', bud connect Isaac came over while I was at rodneys. I hate when idiots don't understand the phrase: I dont have any money.
Heere dude, check this owwt, dude its fiyuh,...ah hey i got THIS too, duuude, smell that...daaamn. He DID smoke a blunt though..so..meh. He never shuts up about 'the bay' though. Always naming all kinds of names of bud that hes had, how its the KILLEST shit ever, you havent lived until youve smoked it, blah blah blah. He can't get any of that anymore..but hey, he sure likes to reminisce about it. ha, about his statutory charges, in HIS defense..'man, chick said she was 16'. I'm sure the judge will be understanding...
God...send me some money. Make someone lose there purse, wallet, watch...something of value.
Hey could I ask one of yous a small favor? Would you take Halo 3 to the mall and see if EB games will buy it? Man..part 3 sucked, the ending really left me wanting. Thats atleast..ATLEAST, god willing, another 10 or 12 bucks.
I hate how music/game stores reem you in the ass when you try and sell them stuff (drop the 'try' from that sentence...they openly advertise that they buy shit.., bastards). Tower records was the worst though...my god, 3, THREE DOLLARS for two DVDs...That new place they put in where tower used to be..Rasputin Music..they have it ALL Over the place, neon lights and all, WE BUY GAMES MUSIC...the like. But it's pretty much like another tower..just with clothes and a porno section. Did the old towers have porn sections?..i dont member. It's also like Tower in the sense that...pretty much the same (looking) people work there. The scene guy with star tats on both elbows and a wool knit cap indoors..and both ears gauged. The scene chick with the same...the old hippy looking guy. And then the ragtag assortment of people whom you can just tell are..cut out for working in a music ..place. Skinny chicks who look halfway doable, fat guys in glasses, and...etcetera.
yeah i shouldve broken that one up into 2 paragraphs..but i'd hate for one to be longer than the other..i did'nt know how much I was going to type. I never do. The hands just keep typing..
yeah, dot dot..
I need money. And other...satisfactions.I dunno if thats an applicable term but I mean it in the sense that I need things..that'll bring me satisfaction. Things is a broad term huh...
*stretches*...backs bothering me.
Barrington Levy 'here I come', LL Cool J 'mama said knock you out', and Rush 'fly by night'..
Now, number 87
Static X - love dump
Number 87, Dwight Clark,49ers tight end immortalized by 'the catch'. Early 80's,NFC championship against Dallas..as a true niner fan I SHOULD know the exact year but it eludes me. They're trying to ...reign in a new 'the catch'. They say David Tyree's 'helmet' catch against the patriots in the superbowl is the new one.