Anti abandons the internet.

thanks to dealer mcdope and his ghetto ass buik rivera, for jump starting my bitchass Truck.

all this effort and struggle just to find out that my car is fuckiung freaking out, and wants to sputter and putter and embarass it's owner. WTF?!

but i guess that's the way it is when you drive your shit over 30,000 miles a year, for the last 5 years...

hoses, and belts and wires and circuits... they don't stay dope forever. right?

so i'm carless and i stranded at dealer McDope's house until i decide to walk back home and be stranded over there.

maybe i'll ride my bike to gardena and pick up my paycheck...

i have a fat bag of the kush fronted to me, and there's going to be money pouring out my ass JUST AS SOON as i can get to a bank...

i showed my mom my tattoo today, i said, "so yah, i got a tattoo." and she said, "finally?" and i said, "what do you mean finally?" and she said, "you've always talked about it..." and i said, "well then yeah, finally." and i rolled up my sleeve, and she said, "oh shit, that's huge! hurt much?" and i said, "a little." and that was that.

McDope needs his G4 back, and i don't understand Macs so i am off to get vapoized by the vaporizor. when in doubt, be stoned. because it makes being in doubt more better.