OK so another weekend passes us by. Saw Kung Fu Hustle, better than I thought. Went to the Yankee game, better than I thought (they actually won.) Won my third straight game in Fantasy Ball (I think).
So all day this prescription is sitting at work waiting to be picked up. We close at 5. Doors lock. We've closed at 5 for decades. 5:15 knock at door. Guy comes in to pick up prescription that's been sitting all day. I ask him for some info. He calls me "Gestapo." I put voodoo curse on him. People are such assholes.
Me and James were talking about the Hip Hop field of dreams at the baseball game. Biggie smalls at short stop, Tupac at second, Big Pun at first. Easy E catching.
Speaking of Biggie, we were also saying how Biggie, and Shaq have songs with Michael Jackson. Wouldn't it be the most rad, awesome thing in the world if Biggie, Shaq and Michael Jackson were all one the same song? It would be a sonic carnival for my ears, small ear lobes and all.
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