Ayo I'm tired of using technology

Ayo I'm tired of using technology

Things on my mind:

1.after two hundred years of glorious tradition... Err partying, my weed days finally must come to an end. Not by choice, my hippie at heart will continue my path at a later date like ted danson's character in, bored to death, but for now, new yet archaic demands from some potential business opportunities are keeping me from my 2nd fav lil lady, miss cheeba. I always imagine miss cheeba as a strong black woman with a perfectly smooth afro sheened styrofoam spherical fro'..ya she gets by selling left over food stamps but that's the governments fault, and an afternoon blunt while the babies are sleeping ain't no thing. Miss cheeba is turning into a mixture of of my old neighbor miss dee and tupac mama afeni shakur. Either way I gotta take some piss tests and this along with background checks is making it harder and harder for a brother to get work these days. Unless you use work in the los drogas sense...

2.all I wanna do is get high, hang out with my daughter (before you judge I never smoke around my daughter) who is the bomb. Besides dna we have so much in common...we pass out on the couch together watching netflix, love making fun of cranes, and we both love making awkward jokes that no one else understands is a joke. Which is actually the true reason I got in so much trouble in elementary school. We love ice cream and dangerous adventures and the zoo she is just too much awesome for me to handle. It makes me sad about my deadbeat status so long, its hard to atone for that especially to an eight year old who knows when I'm not around, so I try to buy her love which is kinda effed because my baby mama its poor with 3 kids and 3 baby daddies but it makes her happy and thats good enuff for me

the reason one side of my nose is always stuffy

coke dealers love to give out free lines. its the "oldest trick in the book" line that every coke dealer learns day 1 on the job. this used to fool me time and time again, back in my younger years, but i don't be fallin for that shit anymore. it used to baffle me how someone could give away the supposed sweet sweet nectar of cocaine for free...even 1 hit....but now that i'm older i've thought the hidden agenda, of the coke dealer, out, and asked myself...

Q: why is giving a free sample so successful to the business model of slanging cain?

A: inferior product

point-

-the average coke high last 15-20 minutes.

- the human brain gets addicted to any stimulus instantly.

-uppers give you a sudden euphoria where everything is so significant at that moment

-coming down off uppers turns that significance into reality

-the coke "hangtime, the instant addiction, the euporia, and the comedown all melt together for the next 30 minutes and make you sacrifice anything, for another ride. now i'm not talking sex (well at least not at first) but i mean...(oh shit, i have to pay my phone bill or its getting shut off tomorrow...ah fuck it... i don't need a phone, lets get an 8 ball)

so, monetarily speaking, a five dollar loss in free lines means a 120-180 dollar gain when the new cokeheads start making life decisions on copping more. see, this shit never happens with meth, or ecstasy because one line or hit of that shit and your straight all night. but cokes utter shittiness has you fiending for more in less than 1 episode of Imagination Station. so you end up making that trip to the gas station at 1 in the morning to get the party really started. score one for the coke dealers on that epipheny. so now i turn these free coke line offers because i know i'm just gonna end up making some bad money decisions a half hour later. i live by a new mantra.... " I don't want a free line...but i'll take a free eightball...."