times is changin'/young niggas is agin'
Bloggin's gonna be spotty for a week or so more. Camille and I are looking at properties (or, in the proper parlance, "units") to actually buy with money and live in.
I can't describe how far that is from my youthful ideas about what I'd be doing at age 25. Not that this is worse. I thought I was going to be trying to make it as a professional clarinettist. Which meant, presumably, that when people asked me what I do for I living, I would have had to say "I'm a clarinettist." Glad I dodged that bullet.
I'm married. I have a cat, two fish, and a monthly car payment. I'm about to have a mortgage, and in a year and a half I'll be starting law school.
Things just ain't the same for gangstas.
*bends over, hands on knees, breathing deeply in and out*
2 comments:
Five words, one acronym:
C.R.E.A.M.
also, not really related but worth quoting nonetheless if only because it may be my favorite wu tang verse ever:
"I'm tossin, enforcin' my style is awesome. I start more family feuds than Richard Dawson. And the survey says "ya dead." Fatal flying guillotine chops off your fucking head."
y'know it's hard out here for a pimp...
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