22th in Hey, buddy, got a light?

A STEIN! THATS what that..thing is called. A stein, man. You know? One a them fancy shmancy mugs what holds your brew. I have one, you know. A stein.
Uncle Bob brought it back from Germany big long ago and gave it to my grandfather. It came into my possesion a couple years ago when we cleaned out my grandparents storage unit. I got that neato stein with it’s authentic kraut worksmanship and such, AND I got an OG crystal ash tray.
As kids, we like some funky smells right? It’s not like I ever huffed as a kid, I’m just saying is all..we liked some weird smells, ya dig?
I never minded the bar smell. Bar smell, man. Cigarettes, beer..bar smell.
Probably because thats how my grandfather always smelled.
He stopped smoking and drinking when I was about 5 or 6.
Mom called from Hawaii today..said it was already unbearably humid at 5 am.
It’s just me and my dad here at the homestead, g money. I guess our relationship has gotten better since the days when we’d just sort of aknowledge each others presence with curt good morning’s and nods. It’ll never be like The Beav & Ward though.
I’d be lying right now if I said it still did’nt feel like him and I are just two people who happen to be related and live in the same house.
Shit, just a month and a half ago on our fishing trip we’d sort of bonded too..but I chalk that up to being out in the elements, ya know? Being in nature..an shit.
I just lit my cigarettes up on the boat cause I saw some other dudes doing it.
Dad asked Captainnn.....Captain..shit, I wanna say Captain John but it might’ve been Hal..I can’t remember.
Anyway, dad asked captain whatshisface if it was ok to smoke and only after he got the nod did he light up one his…lol..
One of those cigars I buy for the wraps and not to smoke!
I’m not scared of anything anymore, nothing can hurt me..only vex me.
I could very well be living with them until I die.
Does that make me kick the dirt and exclaim aw willikers? No.
Know what it makes me do?
It makes me shrug and mutter “Could’ve had a V8.”
..No I’m joking.
I think I really probably possibly maybe could’ve smoked away actual parts of my brain because sometimes (especially they day after, WOWSERS)..sometimes man, I mean..I’m not even drawing blanks.
I’m drawing trapezoids and 8bit video game sprites.
I blame one of my co-workers for that last part…dude has toned it down over the past couple of months but he’s still a motormouth and then some.
HEY RICK, DEWWD, CHECK OUT MY NEW INK, ITS VIDEOGAME INSPIRED..LIKE ALL MY OTHER TATTOOS..I DID IT MYSELF..CHECK IT BRAH.
I’m a very quiet person. I’m usually in my own little big world. If my silence makes things awkward, it’s probably you’re fault.- HEY, easy, it’s true.
I’m sitting here like ‘DOO DOO DEE DOO, MAN THIS ELEVATOR MUSIC RENDITION OF ‘ACES HIGH’ IS FUCKING AMAZING’ and then you’d be like SO..what do you like to do for fun? and-, and then I’d be like WELL I WAS DOING IT UNTIL YOU OPENED YOUR PIEHOLE, WANG CHUNG.
I’ve gotten that before; you’re quiet as fuck so you must be weird. Nigga I’m quiet as fuck cause I’m not stupid enough to want to conversate with you, is what it is.
I was weird before I was quiet anyway…or something, I dunno.
Well what’re you thinking, you look like you’re zoning out?
I’m thinking ‘Man, I’ll really be enjoying myself once I start zoning out.’ I don’t think what I’m thinking or what I’ve got to say is relevant to the situation or conversation happening before me, and as such, I keep it to myself but usually politely smile and nod.
I was at the apartment of one of my connect’s on friday. Some real niggas, g.
I mean real niggas, like..one a them has a white baby mama and all dat shit, ya smell me, dawg? Anyway, him and another ni-..acquaintance of african american origin, we’re talking about rap battles and such. They were both throwing glances my way at times and saying ‘right?’ God, I wanted to laugh so hard, but instead I kept it to quiet chuckles and nods of ‘yuuup’, ‘sheeeit’, and ‘daaamn.’ I did alot of walking friday, boy my legs were really happy with me. I did’nt get charlie horses in both legs at all, and it sure as fuck did’nt feel like I’d been stabbed with burning knives. I thought I was going to fall down those stairs til he grabbed my shirt an said ‘My nig, is you good-..ooh..yall got charlie horse huh? shit, cmon inside-, JENNAYYYY…babygirl, bring him some icewater please.’ ..But yeah, charlie horses..who comes up with the names for these things, man?
Hahaha ‘Charlie Horse’…
..I swear to christ you’d better not.
Better not what? Do this? THIS IS THE SONG THAT DOES’NT ENNNND
Fair Reader, you might not be able to see it right now, but I am making a VERY angry face.
Dios mio, mijo, don’t make that face!..Grandma used to say it’d stay that way!
..I can’t even put my anger into words, dawg.
Your MOM can’t put her anger into words, lel
Shes your mom too, uckfay.
WHOS TALKIN SHIT ON MY MOMBRO, G SLICE DOPE FRESH STUPID FLY, I’LL TAKE A MURDERCHARGE IF SOMEONE WANNA TALK SHIT ON MY MOM
I don’t want 3 goddamn jisney channels, GIMME DA HUB, BITCH. Oh well…S5 is still a ways off I guess.
Still uh…still trying to save up some scrillah to get my laptop fixed too..theres that as well.
Can one of you like…come cook for me until mom gets back? She did’nt do the cooking per se’..per say-, whatever..
Anyway..me and my dad are living off microwave dinners & lunchmeat, please for the love of dog, ....make me something that you make but that I’ll eat, because I’m picky for 30.
I said dog instead of god because I’m still mad at that guy.
OH hey, reminds me of a good one, too..ahem.
You hear the one about the dyslexic insomniac? Yeah, the guy stays up all night wondering if dog really exists.
Fuck, I could’nt help it..I laughed.