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July 13, 2005
20/20, 24/7, 50-50, Heinz 57, one-to-one, one-on-one
+6, stoop sale
“All my bags is like that: 12-12, not that 58-58 shit,” he wanted me to know.
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R just past the end of a batch when I called from outside his front door.
no works, he says. can take what you got there and put something together.
how long that take
half hour
aww, i don’t got that patience
[later, ring]
yo
you good?
yeah, i copped on the block.
(ebonic cellular disruption)
sorry. couldn’t wait around…
you coulda rolled with me, dog.
oah, you didn’t tell me that, i woulda gone witc you.
(mumbles, cut-outs)
next time.
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after sloppy absense, back last night in procedural executes:
-packing and prepping,
and the new entry:
- the straw-load
(sucking it up in rather than
the palm shovel)
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very unnerved in very cool way by an emailed response to this very rough not-even-draft of a very rough terrain…
Posted by peligrito at July 13, 2005 6:09 AM
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