Sunday, March 23, 2008


Say that title like they do a hundred times throughout the Blackalicious album. I'm with five friends behind the airport in a large dirty empty lot. Beer, bows, and shooting up an old mattress. I wouldn't say I know these guys well, but wisdom is present. Asinine male behavior is also attending, but nobody here needs to have something explained to them. This is a good group, and this is a good moment.

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