Begin Credits (First song that inspired it all), Oye Como Va from Carlos Santana. What a badass. It’s of the whole place getting set up until opening. All the spots, from the bar to the front door, hell people even arriving through the door at work.

I should treat my life more like a story…How interesting things would get once you realize you can influence your decisions enough to eventually make the outcome you want only you don’t have to deal with the fear of failing or any other influences because hey, it’s a fucking story, I write my own rules.

You need to forgive yourself, for tearing your own ACL. Everything you’ve done up to that point in life with your body had to do with your habits, how you treated it physically as well. Did you eat a shitload of garbage food and not hit the gym as hard and diligently as you did years ago? There’s nothing you can do about your past, so forgive yourself for tearing that piece of tendon and move on with your life because there’s nothing more you could’ve done for yourself to that point of incident. It’s done, get over it, remember how much your life got easier that exact moment you got over “something” or even “someone”. That feeling of relief, always, it’s always there. It’s damn near physical. You could bottle that shit up and sell it for a million dollars a 750ml (1 liter) bottle. Better make it a two liter because America loves to drink shit out of two liter bottles. You’d be a fucking Obamailionnaire. So many dollars cause you know Barack Obama is going to be made into a high value dollar bill well after he dies. Hell, he might even upset Hamilton. Know what I mean?

You doubt yourself so much, it’s like when you check the chicken if it’s cooked enough and even though the flesh is white and has no pink whatsoever, your mind tricks you into almost visually seeing hints of pink within the meat. Even though that sumbitch was in the boiling water for like 45 minutes coming out so white it looked like it got soaked in bleach the night before. That doubt, is how strong it is in your mind. That physical trickery almost on your mind.

West Coast got people through those times dude. It got people goin, kept them on the move. The East Coast too. We’re talking about rap actually In case you forget what the hell you even had subject in mind. Oh yeah, the inspiration from this entire thing came from none other than 2Pac, Biggie Smalls, BadBoy, Snoop and Dre, Warren G, and we all miss you so damn much ultimate hook man Nate Dogg.

God this chicken breast is so damn tasty right now. Little overcooked, but it’s manageable and worth it. It’s a-uhhh, Mike, Lowwwwry. Detective, cuh—‘uh, Mike, Lowwwwry. You gotta love the Bad Boys movies series, bad ratings but still a fun two hours of your life you’ll remember cause it’s so easy to remember cool moments from every movie you saw in good detail. Scary how it’s so easy ot remember that as long as it is in just one viewing when you need to study for something multiple times to remember enough to do well. IT’s almost like you get instant learning when you watch movies, no need to re-dub over and over like studying. Science majors, those formulas are such a bitch!

Man, it must be so fun to to be in the recording studio with Wakaaa Flocka Flame. You’re just sitting there with your buddies, other badass dudes likes yourself. Smokin’ weed and just listening to your boy rappin hood ass music. He’s your boy because all your boys are who are your backbone, you all promised to each other whether you spoke of it or not, that you’d bring them along with you if they ever got big, whether they acted or played sports or had musical talent, or even won the lottery. You gotta admit, Started From the Bottom from Drake just kinda killed it in terms of the “Song” to best represent our collection, our bros, your boys, the ones that keep you from everything to honest and strong.

As an English major, “TR;DL” is the worst fucking thing you could be given as a response. It’s up there with motherfucking apartheid. WE LOVE YOU NELLLLSONNN! But yeah, that shit is fucking rude and offensive. Right? Oh well.

Man, weed makes everything so much more enjoyable. I mean, I love it because I appreciate things so much more, and thus, it’s more enjoyable to me because I give it my mind, no other thoughts constantly bombard you like you were reading to study. For example, I’m listening to Aqueous Transmission from Incubus and it’s just so fucking relaxed and chill, hell, like something you’d make sweet love to your girl to.

If I was Will Smith back in the day when he was on swagger one hundred, thousand, trillion? I would’ve loved for people to call me “Fresh” by name. AY’ YO FRESH!

And man, you gotta tell your bestfriend why you love her. You know her, you’ve known her for so long, right outta high school and into college. She was pretty, so pretty when you saw her for the first time, just a young teenage girl, so cute, so alive, so full of zest with a taste for adventure. Grown into a grown ass woman under the median age of what grown ass women are statistically at. Remember the time you went grocery shopping together, and when you split up, at some moment she came bursting through the aisle because she almost overran it while running through a grocery store and peering down each and every aisle to find your companion, the one you came with, your buddy. Anyways, the reason she deemed it so important to you not to know without haste, she abandoned her shopping cart in risk of having it taken away by the store in belief that this is another, “oh shit, my wallet is at home” cart. She found you, big brown eyes that you love staring at so much when you’re sitting across from her while sharing a meal. Big smile, hair curvy and long, and you loved the weight, or the volume as she told you when you told her you loved her hair, it’s the best. She clutches in her hand, some condiment from the Asian or Hispanic foods aisle, and it says something like Dikh-Jerk Sauce. Phoenetically it makes this error, system failure, in the English language, but it’s still fucking hilarious because it’s slightly dirty, corny, and Non-Politically correct. (Just reclined fully in my Lazyboy and damn near slept for fifteen minutes of bliss before realizing you were still writing. It felt sooooo good.) But then you thought about her again. So you get up. Because you want to capture those awesome, inspirational moments in your life, but you never get out of bed to write it down and you tell yourself, you’ll do it in the morning. But then you forget when you wake up. Live like your life has to be more important than the discomfort of getting out of bed you lazy bastard. But dude, tell her. She got excited to show you the bottle with the dirty or perverted title on it because it came from a different country and our meaning to their meaning of the sound “dick” is. Hahahaha, she’s so cool. You love her, so tell her, and if she doesn’t tell you back, just know that it’s over, the hard part, and that you got to move on. You’d hope for her to move on if it was flipped the other way. That’s how you know she wants you to move on, so don’t feel guilty. But still, tell her you love her, gotta admit, you know you’re gonna feel on top of the world if she does tell you she loves you too, IN THAT WAY, YEAH BUDDY. Then, shit, just hope you can love each other enough to decide that, yeah, this is the one I want, like choosing a prize from a bucket of prizes cause you won a game called life at the county fair. Doin’ The Puyallup…Either way, you gotta know. Don’t torment yourself by just thinking of the consequences, learn to live in the now.

Okay, I’m way too stoned to write anymore, putting my mac down. God, writing those last words so body high stoned was like trying to steer one of those airplanes from a downward angle rapidly approaching the ground into going up so that you could live. “Dying would be the equivalent of me writing some complete, incoherent message and making the person laugh out loudly and exclaim, “Christ, this guy is so stoned! Hahahaha! But I the pilot, pulled back on the steering of that airplane, and brought it up just in time to veer it from crashing into the ground, and ontowards the sky. Free to reclines in mah lazyyyboy.