sunday sunday sunday
the national rodeo championships is goin on like 2 blocks away from the crib. oo k k k hella white people with tight ten year old levi's and gator boots with bucket hats and button up flanels. and then you have japanese tourists dressed like they own a ranch across the sea. its sunday. usually id be at home knowing there are people there. here. no one. if you ever come to las vegas for any reason. please call me. i miss seattle. but i like the new start. this isn't a desperate call. its just that there are a lot of beautiful people in seattle that i just regret not spending enough time with. i like my car rides. i can circle the city instantly. theres a 24 hr popeyes open. im getting skinnier because foods lack of presense in the crib. (balay) theres an urban outfitters i found. i also found out how much i dont like that place. ok k k no problem. lil scrappy is monotonously becoming my short handed friend. my new friends are those that want to leave las vegas. i just moved here. i started djing with this bboy krew. good people. quantum theory. the result of me being in las vegas the reason for why you didnt get you sweater before i moved. the reason for reason. ahh not deep at all. im a surface person... .. i never developed stable relationships with people i should have. what did i do in seattle? maybe I kept myself to myself more then i should have. ambiguity in the perspective understanding of myself with regards to other people. i got a ticket. some fuckin horse cop stopped me. i should took mr. eds legs out. but i wouldn't be doing this right now. i like driving. the drive from seattle to berkeley.. beautiful. understanding is good. pizza is good. hot dogs are good. spagetti is good. im good in the hood. im creepin on that come up.