cheapart

yeah!

art. guns. maybe gettin shitcanned (again) from another place.

why do i do it? why do i care about where and who i work with? why is it that i always end up in a battle royale with my employer?
i dont steal.
i charge aLOT, and dudes pay that shit in full.
im almost never ever late.
i stay late, i arrive early.
and i HATE being told what to do.

oh, wait, theres the problem........

i am a born dissenter. a defiant defier, and a realness-keeper extraordinaire.
sometimes, i just dont know when to give up. like cool hand luke, except not in jail exactly, and not as handsome.

so where am i gonna work next?
looks like the white mountains are about to get a little whiter, once my black ass is outs.......


wu-TANG!!!!!!!!!