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| so my shift key doesn't work
that may explain the lack of puncuations and such
anyways....
me n george leave for the airport around 430 am...we were bound for a 6am flight. met some cool dude on the plane, chatted with him before passing out....got to west harlem.
my nigga joe pick us up..it was george's first time in new york, it must be something in the air...i love the breeze on the east coast. we get to west harlem n joe lets us in, mad love. my hp of trees got there already, peeped it, shit was dope...hahha...so we go out to the city, took us a minute to get acquinted with the subway n such, kick it with some of george's friends, they were kinda sick. sold some bud...went home n crashed
the day after, sold more bud, went to stevens cuz joe had work, met givs who turns out to be a really cool guy, kev had to do some financial aids shit...we break with givs, afterwards sold more bud, then went clubbing with clark george n felice....pasha was dope, the music was loud as fuck, we cypher with house dancers, drank some beers....it was dope seein clark again...sdi showed us maaad love the whole time..
anyways we get home somehow around 5 am, talked to lauren on fb, that was dope. passed out around 6am, woke up at 4pm somehow, we were suppose to be at the fuckin venue by 4pm. missed like 20 calls, jon was already in hoboken tryin to cop 2 zips...my b...hahahaha
so we trek out to hoboken, the jam already kinda started, the jam was dope as fuck...skeme was on point, i fucked up my run but who cares i just had alot of fun doing tops...that day was fuckin sick even though it started at 4pm. saw mad heads i haven't seen in awhile. it was dope. i know this post isn't very descriptive, but i'm chillin in the livingroom trying to remember shit chronologically, and i'm watching that 70's show. uhhhhh....later on after the jam, we ate some mexican food n chilled at pete's house...rolled seven blunts. that shit was hectic, easily over 10 g's....everyone got stupid destroyed...shit was fuckin hiliarious, i haven't had that much fun n laughed that hard for as long as i could remember. an amazing night for sure....stayed up n watched the sunrise over the hudson river....nyc had a rainbow stretched over it...it was fuckin beautiful.....hero called n told me he got ridda all the shit i needed him to get ridda...
woke up on the floor. shitty. felt mad skinny, went lifting that morning after, kicked it at stevens for a bit, ate some food. drilled tron on some tops after we ate at hoboken, then he drove me n jeff back to rutgers, where i had to get some money from my boy n meet up with larry. this part was dope...
i love nj n ny. its dark, sometimes depressing but there's something about it. it must be the people, or else there isn't much to love. i love the breeze though....the weather....that nostalgic grey. can't really explain it.
kicked it with larry....got my 3.5k from my boy....i was walkin around with 5k...shit was nuts.....bought larry mad sushi. we talked about life, our girl problems, our struggles. it was a good feeling. we're all grown up now, i felt as if i took the crooked path. i love this guy....he's my dude dude growing up. and even though life made us go down different paths, its all love when i see him again. i regret not being able to meet up with andrew though, but its cool...walked around for a bit, he took me to the trainstation...i kept lookin at that wad in my backpack....my phone was about to die n bedz called me for a quarter, my cell was almost outta batts n i had to link up with george back in manhattan...fuckk...
told george to meet me at champs. i had alttle less than an ounce left. made 1.5k and got 3.5k back...dope...paid for my trip n was gonna go back with 3k, i can't complain. get to champs, saw george n felice. kicked it at time square, it was amazing. sold a half to allen n a quarter to bedz....went back n finished zombielands, dope movie. passed the fuck out.
woke up finding a half ounce in my jacket....gave a eighth to joe's roomate, and joe's other roomate, gave joe a quarter....maaad love....sdi showed maaad love...they treated me n george like fam, and i see em as fam...great people.
so we get to the airport, found out i booked my flight a month late. had to pay 700 for me n george to get a flight 4 hours later. the terminal was cool...just wanted to bounce though.
back on business immediately.
reality hits hard man.
i got robbed at gunpoint for 1.5k the day after i get back in sf.
made it back today
there are so many ups and downs. beautiful moments and struggles...
i know i'm not exactly living positively....i know my injuries shouldn't be excuses to go down crooked paths....but well....
we'll just have to see huh
at least i got a head fulla crazy fuckin stories
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| zanny + hot shower+ drifty music = ladeeladeela good night world and hello another day of training and soul searching!!
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CALL BANK OF AMERICA
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