Give a little heart to someone who is down. No… wait, I mean head.
Big birthday dinner tonight for Barrett with his family… private room at Perry’s, crusty jugglers, meat cake… the works. The thing is going down at a location I’ve not yet been to and traffic between me and there is going to be horrific. I had to wash some clothes today. Procrastination in the laundry department has gotten the better of me this week. I like to do laundry as I have enough for a load because when I get behind it is just overwhelming. If I were to hit the mega-millions jackpot, I would just buy new clothes. Of course, that implies I play the lotto… which more often than not, would be a false assumption. I need to get on the road… rush hour hell. I got bail money in my sock, muthafukka.
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