I need that typa shyt in my life
***snorts 11 seconds**
Breh, people in Seattle is friendly for the most. I got a white potna name Mike, got a spot on Vashon Island and a getways spot near Mason Lake, met him and his family at mutual friends mixer at Palomino's for Norm dikks, his wife and my s/o hit it off, next thing you know, we gettin invites to all the holiday parties they throw or somebody that was the mixer is throwing, and other stuff.
This past Thanksgiving, Mike had a get together at his spot on Mason Lake, I had never been out there ever in my life, long ass drive in the middle of nowhere, no phone service or nothing just gps, come up a hill dude house was






sittin on the lake, you could smell the herbs. We got to smoking, next thing you know we ended up in Sun River Oregon, buying time shares.
Til this day I do not know what Mike does for a living, he is like the white Tommy Strawn. Conversation rules the nation though, all it takes is one convo you never know who you are bound to meet and end up bumping elbows with.