Team Cream

Today was one of those “got-out-of-bed-only-for-Bon’s” days, but in the aftermath of a really crap coke and art fag party, i found i could rise above the hating- no wait, is laughing at the mediocrity of a large group of people and their success in spite of talent and attributed to mass drug use considered hating?- ah, nevertheless, with a $2.95 greasefest in my belly, i found myself in good spirits, regardless of the fact this city is drowning in dire straits. Sometimes it’s important to take that day to bundle up, take a walk, drink some tea and just let shit go. At least until Monday when the world too must stir from its dirtnap to detonate around us like a transport van full of money summoned by one Weezy Fucking Baby. Pause.

P.S. WE STILL THE BEST!

I gotta say, i love how it started off as a super-covert trafficking operation, then all of a sudden Khaled rolls down the window and starts yelling at everybody and they’re all, “fuck it, i guess we might as well roll out in the airboats, Baby, you jump out the heli… oh yeah and are we all down for explosions behind our slow motion walk back home?”