
well,shes on it.
(yeh, im ruthless i know)
A NIGGA BE HELLA BORED! But I mean its only training, so I'm sure it'll get better but as far as right now goes, this shitt aint even cool lol, the past two days have been us(the new hires) sitting stationary watchin & reading power points while signing about every piece of paper they have in that damn office lol, & If you know me I am NOT stationary personn at all, I thought I had the system figured out the first day I'd just chop it up with the "PYT" but today a nigga got bored of that pretty smile & as you can see the only person I can turn to was my good ol' homeboii "BiC". I mean it was either him or the really, really, really ,really weird Indian guy next to me.lol not to be mean but yehh cus its from MARS or sumthiin. But I must say I did my thangg, with this loaded ass snowboarded tlkin bout "letg go brooo!,whooo" lol
So, my mother officially knows I smoke an insane amount of weed, dank, aunt mary, reefer, herb, marijuana or whatever you kids call it these days. I mean I'm sure she already knew or at least suspected at some point, there's no way she couldn't of known considering the bigass hemp bag on my wall that clearly says "JAMAICA BRAND CANNABIS,KNOCKS YOU OFF YOUR ASS", also there's always lighters everywhere in my room, along with a grinder & just a bunch of stuff that just screams "hey mom. look Im a pothead" lol. The reason Im sure of it now is because the whole entire left wall in my room is covered with pictured of all different type of buds( as you can see to the left), I just said fuck it & decided to put all these weed magazine I don't use anymore to use. My mom & I don't really have that tell each other everything relationship, its more of a I'm not gunna say anything that'll risk getting me in trouble. I know my moms not dumb, I just choose not to tell her, when I tell her I'm goin to my friends at 2 or 3 in the morning I know she knows I'm up to no good, she just chooses not to talk further about it & I choose not to say anything about it.lol
Whats the title about you ask? well these two strapping young Cal students went to school with me in hell(tracy). We proudly cheated our way thru 11th & 12th grade,we were pro's at the shoulder tap, morris code & the old teacher distraction, they obviously cheated alott more than me since their Cal students. We found out that each other both ride fixed gear bikes(btw i call mine bertha) & it was on, no homosexual stuff but it was one of the funner days I've had in awhile even if I did get a ticket for PUBLIC URINATION, yeh yehh I know it was pretty eventful, we really just did hella riding, practiced some shitt off of Embarcadero (I got my keo spin down), were nasty with the wheelies & I'm proud to say i was the only one to fall but I was the only one goin hard so booo yowww.lol but yeh i love my bike bertha, shout out to you baby