...there was well... nothing. I have nothing to say about that. Listen without Prejudice is still a cool album. I asked my boyfriend if he ever got caught masting by his mother. He said "almost" which I have no clear idea what that meant. Once, my sister told me that she heard my father run upstairs to my brother's bedroom door late one night to ask what all the noise was. My dad's room was below my borther's of course.
Dad: I thought that you had fallen. Are you ok?
Brother: No, Dad. It was nothing. I'm fine.
He was in his early 30s at the time. single. I was fast asleep on the other side of the hall.
While waiting to get on the A-train this morning, I saw an over 40 year old, decked out in thug life gear--- tuffs of grey protruding from his red stocking cap. His t-shirt read "Certified Gangsta" I thought to myself "yeah...".
Wednesday, April 20, 2005
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You should have asked to see his certification.
Now that's gangsta.
would his certification have been on paper? a gold sticker? a special branding on his shoulder? tighty white-es?
i think gangsta certification comes in the form of a tattoo on his arm that says "east side boys." or something like that.
ah yes, the getting caught. just heard that our favorite underaged new yorker caught a teen white-handed in his store. the kid had taken a comic to the back room in hopes that no one would monitor an entire section of saleable goods. needless to say our hero was advised not to make hand contact when returning the kid's bags from the storage cubby.
Hi! wait, the guy caught another guy jerking off to a comic book? did the other guy work there? why couldn't he wait until he was home?
-yummicoco
oh yeah- that was definitely gangsta.
-yummicoco
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