Damn These Blog Spammers! how do they know about the org? i dont know.
So I am done traveling for a little while. There is a photo documentary in the works about the Atlanta trip, me and Web Master T Bone will have it completed by the end of the year. On the final gospel recording, which took place in the bronx, we were physically forced out of the venue by the promoter, followed by the producer and I having a verbal disagreement in the parking lot. Wondeful? Yes, very.
The T Bone picked up a juicer a few weeks ago, and juice fest 06 has begun. We juice like there is no tomorrow. If it can be ground to a pulp to produce juice, we have done it. Mango? yes. Celery? Youbetcha. Carrot Apple? are you sick? who would ever do that? whats wrong with you! well, yes, we juiced that too.
Last night around 10, the crew ordered mexican food. It was not amazing, but still ok. It is now 1:24pm the day after, and all I want from this world is a burrito. Is that too much to ask? I’m pretty sure the T is still asleep, but i’m thinking of making a lot of noise so he wakes up, and i can be like “yo dude, you know what i’m thinking?” and the immediate answer on his part will be “BURRITOS” because it always is. Sometimes i say “Tarn, what time is it?” he says “BURRITO TIME!” when its like 11:40 at night and we are on the train to Staten Island. Thats just how we live, yo. On the edge at all times.
having experienec both the juice and the burittos, i must say that is the only true way to live.
Comment by Paul — June 5, 2006 @ 7:30 am