Brehs, is there a certain interior design arrangement that a man in his late 20's to mid 30's should have? Brehettes...what are your expectations in dealing with a man as far as the interior design setup at his house/apartment goes?
Reason why I bring this up is because I was recently helping one of my old college friends move into a new apartment. Now this dude makes good money working for Fox Sports South here in Charlotte and now lives in a fairly expensive area of Charlotte (University City) and I find out now that this dude upholds the bumlife to amazing levels
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Went over to his old crib and the first thing I noticed is that this dude has THEE smallest U-Haul you could rent out. So my initial thought is..
"We're gonna have to make more than a few trips back and forth...this dude better be buying lunch."
We get over to his new place and we start unloading the stuff..we bring out his clothes (assorted Polo, Nautica, Armani, etc..)a poker table, a suede couch, a couple of wooden crates
, his 65 in flat screen, an ottoman and a box full of assorted disposable dishware, like dixie cups, plastic folks and spoons and shyt. Now mind you, the entire apartment is void of anything before we bring this stuff in. So we set up the poker table in the dining room area
, my homeboy aligns the wooden crates like he's playing with jenga blocks in the living room, I dump the box of plastic silverware and dishes in the kitchen and finally we center the couch in front of the crates and this dude sets his TV right on top of the crates, like he just finished creating a masterpiece
. At this point he plops right down on his couch and is stone cold chilling, kicking back, I still have my coat and shyt on because I KNOW there has to be more shyt that needs to be retrieved...so after a few minutes of awkward silence, I say "Where's the rest of your gotdamn stuff?" He looks back and says, "It's all here, fam."
So I ask, "Where the hell are you going to sleep?". This dude looks back and says "Well, this is what the couch right here is for.."
"Who the hell routinely sleeps on a suede couch, fam? That shyt is gonna look like a giant oil slick with you campin out on it all the damn time." So then I look back and look at the poker table...
"I guess the poker table is the actual dinner table then?" He just nods. I go into the kitchen and pull out a 25 pack of Styrofoam plates and then proceed to ask him when was the last time he had a female. This dude starts getting agitated at this point.. So I say "What if you had a woman over and her ass wanted some gotdamn pop-tarts, nikka? You don't even have a toaster in this bytch, she gonna cook them shyts over an open flame??" So he's like, don't worry about me and I get p*ssy all damn day..blah, blah, blah. I'm like "Ya'll nikkas having sleepovers like ya'll at summercamp if that's the case, fam..." At this point, I'm like whatever and do respect and leave him be.
But concluding that example of fukkery and going back to my original question, when should a breh step up his interior design game...like actual nice furniture and getting feng shui with it a bit or should he even do it?
at someone having to use a candle to use the bathroom. The fukkery is tremendous.. I can understand being thrifty but goddamn that's overkill.
GOAT. I go unconscious straight up once I lay down on that joint, got one of those "stay cool" memory foam pillows too
.. Roll out of bed tap dancing like Gregory Hines cause ya boy feeling revived.
. Time and money management are important but damn. When the Febreez and airing out on the balcony didn't work then he would wash em.
.. You gotta try it, literally feels like your face is being caressed by a soft breeze. 
