Every car driven....yeah from hard living
Hang with Mariah, spent the night with Vivica
Every tabloid asking Cam "what you did with her"?
Just friends dog, "word to eveerything"?
YES, word to everything now focus on this heavy bling
Eat at Reyo's....Fettucini, Spaghetti things
Cheddy heavy so fuck being some petty king
Can't be nice right? Can't be arrogant
I stab a bitch over ice, "Nancy Kerrigan"
Slash Tonya Harding, see the mobster's mobbing
You don't like us right? We got ya momma boppin'
She look like Amy Fisher, "don't the Range be bigger"?
That's a baby mama car you can't game me nigga
My Royce a quarter mill, chain a half a mill
Earrings another 3 quarter mill, you ought to chill

I quote this not because of the profoundness of the lyrical content, which of course i totally admire and hold on an almost Christ-like pedestal. Its here because last night I went to a store that sold only Diplomats shirts. It was incredible. I've never ever thought that I would have a dream about DipSet clothing. Anyone that can figure this one out will get a burned copy of the latest Killa Cam Mixtape.

I left the store and went to see converge with 2 friends. I havent listened to the band in forever or had a dream about them ever. I think my brain is eating itself or something.

Easy Diver

its been a while. a lot has happened.
this following story too place a few weeks ago, but i've been thinking about it enough to repeat it now.

it was a nice day out, but i was broke and couldn't enjoy it. i really wanted to play street hockey at a school parking lot, but didnt have a mode of transportation. easy solution i guess? find the money to buy a motorcycle.

But where would i find that kind of money? i guess i could check couch cushions and hit up the coin star, but what i really need is treasure. And the only way to really find treasure is with a friend, a snorkel, and flippers. Lucky for me and "N217" we had all those supplies and easy access to a beach.

We swam out past the pier, where the water was still clear enough to see the sharks and alligators that were guarding what we were searching for. We filled up our pockets with coins, jewelry, and other artifacts long lost to the sea. It was surreal. We were mastering this so quickly. We've found what nobody else had in the past hundreds of years of recreational sea-searching and dreaming.

We walked out of the ocean like swamp thing, with our flippers flapping and the sun burning our backs. Straight to the internet where i bought a 50 year old red rusted motorcycle on ebay for the even amount we found. It was on my doorstep in seconds and Fonda and I were riding into the sunset with our hockey bags on our backs, ready to play all night.