Damn it Feels Good to be a Gangsta
Day 3 back in the Nati and I'm settled in once again to the old life. However, now that I'm here and unpacked and shit, its time to hang out with everybody from high school. The bat cave reopens and Wild Mikes better start cooking my garlic wings. Amol best get me some lamb too cause I got a hankering for some Indian. Anyway, my mp3 player is amazing, I love it like a third testacle (It's that important now). My family and dogs are doing well and life is slow, but sweet back in the Nasty. I kind of miss casuing trouble every night with my friends at Furman, but I guess there is still plenty of time left for that. On a side note, between the beginning of college and now, I have grown half an inch and still going. Maybe I'm finally going to hit my fucking growth spurt.
Being 18 is great, except I didn't get carded on my birthday when I bought a lotto ticket or when I bought a bottle of vodka, yet two weeks prior I got carded at a ratef R movie. The south is fucked up. Peace for now, and if your in Cinci, call me! I'll even be at the Nut on Monday for a little bit. Peace again, bitches.
Being 18 is great, except I didn't get carded on my birthday when I bought a lotto ticket or when I bought a bottle of vodka, yet two weeks prior I got carded at a ratef R movie. The south is fucked up. Peace for now, and if your in Cinci, call me! I'll even be at the Nut on Monday for a little bit. Peace again, bitches.