Friday, April 23, 2004

frontin'.



mr. eddie griffin and yours truly at my gig last night.



ballin', yo.

tonight was long. the crowd was weird and it took everything in my bag of tricks to get the crowd moving. the only cat that was feeling it was mr. griffin. he was wylin'...

had the longest conversation last night on the phone. i didn't want it end. i hung up feeling the most content, you know? i have not felt that way in a long time.

anyway.

it's late.

i'm hungry.

i look forward to all my gigs this weekend.

a text message has me on melt.

better go. i must complete some beats for a television commercial that's due tomorrow. fuck.

peace.

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