It always
baffles me, when people ask me for things. These people don't know me.....
reputation is a strange feeling
downtown. Not much hate, but
illegal seems to be the way of my walk. Someone I didn't know bought me a shot of
JD last night. Made me happy, KD filled my glass most of the night due to my broken bank account. I played
3 Lil' Putos at the bar, I haven't heard that tune since high school. The jukebox stopped in my second song, for the live band to start playing.......a funky little
jam band with a whiteboy
rapper. Basically sounded like crap I hear on
MTV, the sad thingis: it isn't crap. This band had obviously practiced, a lot. The problem with this is,
hip hop needs to recognize it's origin. Not reflect
New York if pumping outta
Austin, fucking reflect Austin! Oh well?
My second daylog.....my first is in the red, reminds me of why I am writing less and less on E2. Here's my grocery list for today: