Anti abandons the internet.

so there's my cousin passed out on my couch with his black lab in his arms, affectionately known as tooth.

tomorrow will be a nice fun day, i can't wait to get my hands all over the southcentral signjob, it's about time i got to sink my teeth into that goodness.

i thought whitey was gonna be my helper, but he's not. i just called him and he answered his cell phone on the 8th ring, and told me he's in santa cruz, and i said, "it's like that? ok, word."

i have done southcentral solo before, it aint no thing-thang.

but the viking i think is gonna regret the traffic he's due for in the morning, it's a long fucking way to his singjob in panaroma city from redondo beach.