Karma and Greg's Mind is Playing Tricks on Him
today mad moves were made in preparation and execution of shooting the music video for Jackie Gino (www.jackiegino.com) at the 930 club. it all came out pretty sweet.
Details worth a damn:
I found a 20 dollar bill on the ground at the 930 club. i picked it up, put it in my pocket. five minutes later a black guy who had bummed me a cigarette durring the sound check earlier in the day came up to me and was like, "did you just find a 20 on the ground?" I say yes, give him the twenty and he is very appreciative. I am a little disappointed that i lost out on the twenty, but figured he had it coming karmawise. Just five minutes ago i reach in my pocket and find the very same twenty dollar bill that i had given him. The only explanations i can think of are God duplicated the twenty, the black dude anti pickpocketing me after i gave it back to him, or that he actually dropped 40 dollars and i accidently only gave him half of his money back.
Also, right before the show greg and i smoked. greg hasnt smoked for a month and has disabilitating anxiety even while sober. At the show, my dad (he is friends with the lead singer's mom, so he came to show the over sixty crowd supports alt. funk) sees greg and asks him what is up. greg says, "uh.... ihave no idea". my dad says "how many fingers am i holding up?" (two) greg says "three". My dad says "are you sure its not two?" (holding up three fingers). Greg says "two". my dad shakes his head, fully aware of greg's blunted state, and walks away.
then, when i come home i hear my dad tell the story. "I asked greg whether there were two or three of you shooting at the show but it was so loud neither of us could hear a thing."
as the geto boys once said, "Some might say, "Take a chill, B"
But fuck that shit! There's a nigga trying to kill me... My mind is playin tricks on me."
Details worth a damn:
I found a 20 dollar bill on the ground at the 930 club. i picked it up, put it in my pocket. five minutes later a black guy who had bummed me a cigarette durring the sound check earlier in the day came up to me and was like, "did you just find a 20 on the ground?" I say yes, give him the twenty and he is very appreciative. I am a little disappointed that i lost out on the twenty, but figured he had it coming karmawise. Just five minutes ago i reach in my pocket and find the very same twenty dollar bill that i had given him. The only explanations i can think of are God duplicated the twenty, the black dude anti pickpocketing me after i gave it back to him, or that he actually dropped 40 dollars and i accidently only gave him half of his money back.
Also, right before the show greg and i smoked. greg hasnt smoked for a month and has disabilitating anxiety even while sober. At the show, my dad (he is friends with the lead singer's mom, so he came to show the over sixty crowd supports alt. funk) sees greg and asks him what is up. greg says, "uh.... ihave no idea". my dad says "how many fingers am i holding up?" (two) greg says "three". My dad says "are you sure its not two?" (holding up three fingers). Greg says "two". my dad shakes his head, fully aware of greg's blunted state, and walks away.
then, when i come home i hear my dad tell the story. "I asked greg whether there were two or three of you shooting at the show but it was so loud neither of us could hear a thing."
as the geto boys once said, "Some might say, "Take a chill, B"
But fuck that shit! There's a nigga trying to kill me... My mind is playin tricks on me."