chances are your dreaming of me right now.
ha
im kidding you.
im modest.
topday i checked out the christian mcbride band. location: a small venue in half moon bay
tone: soulfull funk.jazz. hip. lard ass.
it reminded me a lot of imagination. as i was bumping my head for what felt like two days i realized that its best to day dream in this sort of live music funkfull jazz smazz atmosphere. then i started thinking of things to say to people. *up down up down clap snap wooo.
ok so i thought of this: hey?
(they look) hi, me again.
wait wait let me type this better
me: hey?
(they look)
me:hi
it:can i i tell you that im using the magic eraser ?
me:can i tell you that im burning the ice berg?
look can i quote everything you say
it:sure
it sucks i really want to be with you
me:ok im ready
it:ready for what
me:i dont know
what cha think
it:about what
me:about me being ready
it:im actually getting really annoyed
So I was interviewing this girl and had to ask her this question: how many golf balls can fit in a boeing 747. Mind you, she had 10 minutes to arrive at this answer mathematically without wikipedia or anything else.
Guess what, the poor girl gave me that look you always give me, you know the llama in a headlight look. It reminded me of your face. Suffice to say, I lost my cold composure and laughed my ass off. Thanks a lot kiddo. I was suppose to play the bad cop.
Here's me poking your chubby cheeks "bing"
KW
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