shakur, cds, feature film action/adventure, naming tools, sam mendes, harbinger productions, kevin foster (iii), larry charles, new imperialism, ecards, rap midis, skins, films, songs, discussion forum, scholar,
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This lasted for over an hour. Also, it was probably about 3:30 in the morning when this was happening. I’m guessing that I probably shouldn’t tell bloody mother fucking asshole this story on a first date, but I’m trying to give you a little insight into the mind and life of a really, really, really bad writer. You’re welcome. But I’m back in NYC to the comfort and safety of my apartment. I missed the little things about my life here in NYC: the way my heat in my apartment only turns on after midnight and then makes the bloody mother fucking asshole room temperature rise very quickly to bloody mother fucking asshole about 85 degrees, causing my body to go into shock; the thousands upon thousands upon thousands of people on the streets in my neighborhood who are determined to walk very slowly in front of me, stopping suddenly for unknown reasons so I can walk into their backs; the way a sandwich and a gatorade costs $11; the fried chicken wing/rotting garbage smell that permeates my neighborhood even though it’s 15 degrees out; my 8×10 bedroom, filled with stuff I haven’t even unpacked from
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