2manyFCKNrappers
mentally i measure kilos
the other night i met some really dope people at a hip hop show. they happened to be writers for one of the most popular blogs online. i was there for one of my friends who happens to manage a very popular up and coming LA MC. we were invited to go back to the office and light up. i haven't smoked in forever....i think the last time i smoked bud was in may ( i know that may not sound like that long) but i never like to pass up a good cyph opportunity. everything was going really well. the conversation was flowing and it was all good. then i zoned the fukk out in my thoughts (which i'm used to doing when i'm high). i zoned out to the point where i didn't hear anything anyone was saying. i heard words, and was nodding my head, but i didn't know what the fukk anyone was talking about. what made it worse was that i knew people were talking at me and to me....i was just nodding and halfway smiling...then the jig was up. i had been nodding and smiling and not responding for way too long. i started to notice i was getting weird looks. at that point i knew i was busted for not paying attention and i could tell they felt some type of way i didn't give a fukk about their convo. it would've been better if i had sunglasses on because nobody would've seen my eyes
the moral of the story
wear sunglasses.
the moral of the story
wear sunglasses.