...I've been afflicted by not one, not two, but all three"
I haven't gone out to play since Friday night and I'm damn proud of it. I've been using my time wisely and working on a lot of new sounds. It's definitely strange working on music without any extra help since I've kinda stopped drinking and for sure stopped smoking. Its funny. . . You kinda get into a groove of working with that certain extra kick. I've stopped before, so this time isn't really that big of a deal-Although it is because I'm super serious with it this time. Martin called me this morning to talk shit about how I owe him a golf bag. . . just because. WHAT THE FUCK?! lol . . . We always have these little things where we fuck with eachother about making some kind of purchase, weather it be a round of beers and sushi or a ps3. Its funny, because considering our age. . . we both are living very comfortable financially, but we always find time to fuck with eachother and convince ourselves to spend spend spend-EACHOTHERS MONEY lol this little shit always wants me to slice my cards, and I'm always making him feel like a bitch for not offering. hahaha. . .lol. . . Early Saturday evening I went and met up with him at the homie Image's Barber Shop and chopped it up for a minute about the nights plans. At the time, I was supposed to be going out to Ventura for the Evidence show that was being put on by my Twitter homies the Cupcake Cartel. But as usual, plans never work out. I ended up going home. . . getting in bed by 7, and sleeping til about 4pm Sunday. Stress really does take a toll on you physically. Its crazy. Anyway- back to the story. So I get to the shop with full intent to get my haircut as well, but when I walk in I realize that I had left my wallet at home so I just chill. Martin then realizes he doesn't have cash, so he asks me to take his debit card to the atm and pull out some flow. NOW- anytime this motherfucker gets his hands on MY atm or credit cards. . .best believe he's boutta make a purchase of some sort. He's known to go shopping online with my wallet in hand while I'm not paying attention. So I'm thinking to myself. . ."Should I be a dickhead and pull out more dough then he needs so I can get my fade too?..naaah...let's break the cycle...."
AND THEN. When I get back to the shop, first think he asks me is "You didn't get cash for yourself?" WHAT A DICKHEAD!!!!!!!! lol
Anyway. . .
My nights have been chock full of loud guitars, drum programming and LOTS AND LOTS of text messaging. Shoutouts to aaaall my losers with the bbm lol you guys are keeping me sane, foreal. At this point if it weren't for my close friends I would definitely be 100% engulfed in this dark spot.
This is what I wake up to.
Another reason for me to be addicted to the Crackberry. It does EVERYTHING.
This new Wayne joint is kinda growing on me. . . KINDA. People might think that it just sounds like they took a Fall Out Boy track and put Wayne in the booth and said "GO!". . But no. Its actually very good and it doesn't at all sound like some cookie cutter shit.
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