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
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