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so i was at the pacers and pistons game two fridays ago. i left with about a minute left so i could get a jump on the traffic. did i miss anything?
lighty sent me "disco inferno" over the weekend. or last week. whatever. heard it? classic dre. go... go... fitty in the house... bounce. ya'll already know what i'm about. "how we do" also has my attention. intro... the game.
getting old sucks, dont it. not necessarily. there are benefits. i was at one of my girls friends houses awhile back. a relative of one of the acquaintances he was obviously getting on up there in years fell asleep in a room full of eight count em eight gaggling and chirping women. it was 6:30. i wanted to wake him up and tell him how much i respected his talent instead, there i sat suffering. listening to talk about interior design something about new drapes, colors or something hell, i wanted to be included in all the holiday chatter, so i remarked that i hadnt realized there were new drapes. now, i like women looking at me, but not that way. just a silent, blank stare raised eyebrows kind of like that numbing moment after someone farts in an elevator. you just want out and there he was, old bastard, over in the corner, snoring away. now thats talent accrued only after many years served upon this earth.
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so i was at the pacers and pistons game two fridays ago. i left with about a minute left so i could get a jump on the traffic. did i miss anything?
lighty sent me "disco inferno" over the weekend. or last week. whatever. heard it? classic dre. go... go... fitty in the house... bounce. ya'll already know what i'm about. "how we do" also has my attention. intro... the game.
getting old sucks, dont it. not necessarily. there are benefits. i was at one of my girls friends houses awhile back. a relative of one of the acquaintances he was obviously getting on up there in years fell asleep in a room full of eight count em eight gaggling and chirping women. it was 6:30. i wanted to wake him up and tell him how much i respected his talent instead, there i sat suffering. listening to talk about interior design something about new drapes, colors or something hell, i wanted to be included in all the holiday chatter, so i remarked that i hadnt realized there were new drapes. now, i like women looking at me, but not that way. just a silent, blank stare raised eyebrows kind of like that numbing moment after someone farts in an elevator. you just want out and there he was, old bastard, over in the corner, snoring away. now thats talent accrued only after many years served upon this earth.
late.