Friday, February 13, 2004


it's yours truly. new york city, fall 2002.

shit it's cold outside. so cold that i did not want to gig tonight, but i did anyway. you'd think that no one would go out under such conditions...i thought wrong. the bar was full of drunk girls wanting to hear britney spears joints. fosheezy.

i made them dance to rick james instead. ha. wow, rick is not broke click here


i braved the cold and i just got home. for some people, this weather is considered warm...

...especially for this girl. the conversation was fresh and i'm looking forward to the next one. especially without the noise. sorry about all that...

man, i need some rest.


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