Kool Keith, cigarettes, and good times
I went on a walk last night. I was alone, but soon enough, I wasn't. I met this guy named Joe, and his two friends. Joe and his two friends gradutated from my high school in '96. I was class of '05. Joe asked if I knew his brother Tim, and indeed I did. I didn't much care for Tim, but this Joe fellow is quite cool. We listened to the Kool Keith album called 'Sex Style' for a little. I knew of it, but hadn't heard it till just then. It was pretty damn cool. We smoked cigarettes, which was nice considering I didn't have any on me when I left.
Then, all of a sudden, it was a few hours later. I had known I was to come home at a pre-determined time, and it was far past that. So I hustled home and then went to sleep after a bit. Slept till about two when my 'land-lord' decided he wanted our couch back for his apartment. So now I am in a yellowish chair. Things are about to clean, and we are about to eat. Now if only I had a couch to sit on.
On an unrelated note, I like improvising food choices with things that should not work. They taste like living. Living tastes good. Props to Courtney and our Grandmothers for allowing this collaboration of the tastes to occur. Shalom!
Then, all of a sudden, it was a few hours later. I had known I was to come home at a pre-determined time, and it was far past that. So I hustled home and then went to sleep after a bit. Slept till about two when my 'land-lord' decided he wanted our couch back for his apartment. So now I am in a yellowish chair. Things are about to clean, and we are about to eat. Now if only I had a couch to sit on.
On an unrelated note, I like improvising food choices with things that should not work. They taste like living. Living tastes good. Props to Courtney and our Grandmothers for allowing this collaboration of the tastes to occur. Shalom!