Damn breh’s. So at the tender age of the number that I’m at now, I decided to finally mature.
Got a steady lady friend, no longer buying things I don’t need (like an over abundance of tennis shoes endorsed the world’s greatest athletes of now and yesteryear)… finally achieving a greater level of self realizaciones and accomplishment (ok, not so much accomplishment, but I do want to get out).
And by get out, I mean investing in my own home.
I’m at the point breaghs. Got about 80 shoes in really good condition. Say, if I get about 100 bucks a pop, that’s 8 g’s (and hopefully my pops can help me out with another 12 so I can put a nice down payment on a crib).
Man, this is exciting. To be free, to have to answer to nobody but black jesus. To have my day of liberation like the forfh of july – my indepandance.
“I . N. D. E. P .N. E. P .E N. E N..T “ DO YOU KNOW WHAT MEANS?!
(cuz i don't, not yet... not until i get my own living corters)
Ahhh... i'm so excited.
(not that it's gonna happen anytime soon, but it's something to look foward to, maybe less than 2 years).
*sighs*
Partying like its 1982, copping Deloreans out the dealership!!!!
WOoh!!
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