2 smokes, and a smile
Current mood: lazy
Category: Life

    I have to head out into the city of boston everyday to take care of a lil biz...i get there via the train, the long arm of the law reached out many moons ago and tapped me on the shoulder to let me know" give us three thousand bucks and you can have yr right to drive back" well,i aint got that sorta scratch just" laying around" so i dont drive, no biggie, i totally enjoy the trains,gives me a time to look at modern day humanity,and what do i think?? well beyound what parents are letting thier young girls run around in i assume its been the same since the dawn of time, just people going through life unknowing that in the end theres nothing left of you but some memories and what ever you produced..most people, or should i say too too many run around so pissed off, lookin at watches, thinkin about time while the sweet sweet life they have been blessed with is murded by that vicious fuckin clock, me i dont wear a watch, and i dont own a cell phone, no i am not a cave man, i just take shit as it comes, a clock can always be found, and without a cell phone i cant...

    theres a woman i pass by every day down town who sits on a milk crate, homless shaking a cup full of chage depending on the time of the day, sometimes there aint nothiing much in her cup,but i stopped and dropped a dollar in one day, since then i can count on a smile everyday from this sweet sweet soul who just got lost somewhere in the big bad world, but never will she complain,never, she is strong, a surivor.....here face has lines in it that make it resemble an old road map that has been folded and unfolded millions of times,lines on a face like that can be faked, but they aint just lines of sorrow, i look and i see lines from years of smiling...she seems to have a blissful happiness to her, and thats is something NO one will ever be able to take from her ...when ever i pass her i tend to offer her a smoke just so i can see that smile....a couple days ago i had no smokes and happened to be passing by when she stood up from the milk crate she sits on day in and day out...i heard" hey, hey you!!! yeah you come here" i turned to see her smiling . i aproached and she reached her hand out to me, and handed me two ciggaretts...i didnt have any at the time so i took them, but those two butts meant so much to me cuz they came from such a pure soul..heres a woman who is homeless, but cuz i always treat her with respect and never fail to smile at her, she wanted to share some of the pack she had gotten by shaking that awful cup for hours...i stood looking at them in my hand"thank you, i really mean it" i said, as i walked away i felt a surge compassion build up and explode inside of me...if there is one thing i could wish upon the world it would be compassion, without it we are truely all alone....

Currently reading : Hell's Angels By Hunter S. Thompson Release date: 29 September, 1996

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When I die......... take me home....
Current mood: accomplished
Category: Life

 I had written a blog about the death of an uncle whom i loved dearly, he was only 46..he lived way up in Maine and there is no family up there, we were unable to make a trip and he was creamated...the box with uncle dans ashes arrived at my moms, she called and asked what we would do,where we would scatter em, we decided that a pond right by the house he grew up in was just the spot, we would take him home...so off i went to my mothers, but come go time she didnt have it in her so we put it off and the box of ashes was put in a back room...a few days passed and i got a call from my mother who asked" what are we gonna do about uncle dans ashes" she was to ill to make the trip so i said id bus on over and pick him up, and scatter the ashes the next day at the pond as planned.....When i got to my moms she seemed bummed, i hadnt seen the box yet and when she went to get it i felt a wave of sadness wash over me..my mom entered the kitchen and handed me this cardboard box that wieghed about 20 lbs..i was surprised at the wieght but evan more so i was overwhelmed, i could feel him, someone i loved, i hadnt seen him in years, but there he was, in a box, in my arms, the wieght of it made me feel him, i mean really get a sense for who he was,had been...i put the box on the kitchen table and sat before it...the tears began to flow non stop" so this is it huh, a fuckin cardboard box "i said through the tears..my mom tried to console me and get me to calm down,i said" of course im crying mom, i loved this man, and here he is in a fuckin cardboard box via the u.s postal service.. my mother said" its too much, i can tell doing this is gonna upset you too much" i wiped the tears away and said" im a grown man ma, and its my duty, im the only remaining male in our family, the only other one is in this hear box" i sat for a few rubbing the box, remebering the great times i had with this man, all the life lessons he passed on to me about not gettin messed up on booze and drugs, i was just to young when he told me, i had to learn shit the hard way, my way, just like all the cool kids, or at least the the snot nosed ones like me who think they know it all like me when i was growing up....i asked for a bag ,put the box inside and headed out...i hit the street, the box was heavey as all hell, but i didnt notice, along i walked through the humid night with an ear out for a bus to hop on when i heard one coming from behind...it said "no service" and all the ligths were out so i kept walking when all of a sudden this ghost bus roared to a halt at my side, the door opened with a loud HIIIIISSSSSSS!!! i stepped on and was blown away by how dam cool the air was,he had that air conditioner fullblast, the driver was makin his final run, puttin the bus away and picked me up..i got on and he screamed"GET BEHIND THE YELLOW LINE, AND I DONT WANNA HEAR YA FUCKIN STORY!" i put the box on the seat to my left and then he asked"WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU GOING?" i said wellington station, he screamed" oh yeah too fuckin bad,i aint going there,i'll kick ya out up the road" i then asked if he was going to sullivan station"YEAH" i was happy, a cool aired bus with all the lights out and a pissy driver who didnt make me pay, i looked to my left and down at my uncle in the box and smiled, things were working out pretty good on my trip home so far...once we reached the station i got off hopped the turstyle and ran for the train,jumped on and 4 minutes later i was making the short stroll home...i got home and bound up the stairs, and laid down dog tired, i put the box right next to where i sleep and slept with my hand on the box, the next after noon id take the long walk to the pretty little pond and take good old uncle dan home so his soul could rest....

     I had a great sleep, i had wished id have some dreams about uncle dan,but i didnt, just sweet sweet sleep.. i had to run into boston and get something outta the way,but when i was done i returned home and started the long haul to the pond..about half a block from my house sat a shopping cart, i said" what the hell" and put ole uncle dan inside,and pushed him through the blazing sun ..it didnt take nearly as long as i thought....i removed the box and left the shopping cart a ways down the road....soon i found my self at the edge of the pond, way across was a father and son fishing,just as uncle dan and my grandfather had fished when he was a boy in the 60's....i cut the box and was happy to find another black container inside..i opened it with tears running down my cheeks, i wasnt unhappy,i felt  proud, proud to be the one to bring such a great soul home to rest...i opened it removed the plastic bag of ashed which looked like billions of litlte white pebbles,nothing morbid,i was relieved by this....i had brought along a single rose......as i poured the contents of the bag into the lake it made the most beautiful sight..it was a giant white cloud swirling all into itself, it didnt sink ,just floated a foot or so below the surface...when it was all in the water i set the rose adrift .... more tears ran down my cheeks,yet i was smiling....it looked so beautiful...i stood there for a few minutes taking all the beauty around me in, the pond ,the trees, the lilly pads, nature pure and true...death is part of nature, i was no longer sad, i had done it, i was the one who took uncle dan home...

      I love ya dan..you will live on in my heart forever...love always your nephew Tommy

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LIve life, love life...
Current mood: crushed
Category: Life

 I am a bastard in the actual sense of the word...my parents had me out of wedlock and i have my moms last name "Williams" ,which is just fine by me cuz thats was her fathers last name. his name was "Leo James Williams". i alway thought he had a cool ass name and im proud to caryy on his name..someday i shall pass it along to my kids with tales of "leo James Williams"...he was a cool customer, but he died of a heart attack far to early in life, he was only 57, and he had had heart surgery and several heart attacks, but he was one tough mother and would blast you in the jaw with twice the speed of men half his age....

  He had  two kids, my mother,her name is"Karen Madonna Williams", this was way before the pop star we all know was rolling around like a filthy pig on the VMA's....it was a religious thing, and thats why she was givin it for a middle name.. growing up uncle dan and my grand father got on well, went hunting, fishing and all sorts of cool shit, but when my uncle came of age, got a car and started to party as most peole do, and you must remeber it was the 1970's, so beer, and grass were the norm for hig school kids..it hurt my grand dad that uncle dan would rather get high than go hunting.. a few years past and they grew further apart...on a warm, night in june of 1981 as my grand father sat out on the back porch shootin the shit with a good friend while the crickets sang and the trees joined in with that warm swish that make summer night, summer nights.. as the night was coming to an end,my my grand father walked the man to his truck,  the man was in the drivers seat, my grand father leaned on the door and said to the man"when you go to work in the morning tell everyone Leo Williams died last night, the man looked at im like he was nuts, but he just said"ok leo, what ever you say", drove home went to bed and didnt think much of it....about an hour later my grandfather went into a small room that had a small bed and a couch off of thr kitchen, lied down, closed hid eyes for the final time, and past away....

  the death took a major toll on my uncle dan, he felt overwhelmed with guilt, to the point where it strted a downward spral..he got into heavey drugs, and it was found out he was bi-polar, but he refused the medication..

  years past, and the wounds healed up, when i was 14, and uncle dan was 28 he came to live with my mother and I..my father was going through a severe drug problem and my mother sent him packing to put an end to the madness..my mom went to school for nursing and was working, things were calm for the first time in years, then uncle dan arrived..when i was 14 he was my hero, everything that came out of his mouth made me wanna piss myself with laughter, he was great, and it was good for me to have a positive role model around, evan though he was slightly troubled he wouldnt do anything to harm me or give me bad advice., in fact he was always telling me the dangers of hard drugs, but i was still years off from going through all that....he was a great guy..he decided to move awayto maine, i knew id miss him,and couldnt understand why maine???

  I remeber one of our last talks before he moved away,I said "danny, what would be yr wish in life, yr dream life rather" ..he looked me in the eye with a slight far off smile and said" to live in Maine ,in a small cabin on a lake"...i said"thats it"..he said "thats all"...

  Last week in a small cabin way up in a remote area of main that sat right next to a beautiful lake my uncle danny died of a heart attack.....i guess some dreams do come true.....Uncle dan, i miss you, i love you and will carry you in my heart everywhere i travel, love always.yr nephew....Tommy...

Currently listening : Back in Black By AC Release date: 25 October, 1990

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i think i broke my ass cheek FUCK!!!
Category: Writing and Poetry

  Sometimes life can throw a curve yr way...yesterday while making my way in the rain to the train station i heard my train chuggin closer to the station, i just as i stepped on the wet grass the ground flew out from under me, and i landed on my left ass cheeek,"HARD".. it was'nt really the fall that stuck with me but the primal AAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUGGGGGGGGHH   FFFFFUUUUCKKKK!!!! that came outta me ass my skinny ass cheek slammed into the grass, to top it off there was a pack of hot chics hanging out in front of the train..i tried to get up as fast as possible, but i thought my ass, hole and all were broken for good!!! as i limped past the pack of teenage girlies i didnt look up, but they all asked if i was ok??" "i think i'll make it,but my ass is busted with a green grass stain, i was wearing white  running pants to boot!!! so i felt extra foolish..i iddnt bother paying my fare, just jumped the turnstyle in pain and made my broken assed way up to get the choo- choo, but as i got to the top step the doors shut and off it roared"fuck it, my ass hurts, im just gonna lite a butt and see if any one bitches, maybe i can throw someone at the third rail and evan my score for the day..i found a bench packed with nerds and sat right in the midddle still groaning about my busted ass cheek and lit a smoke, the herb to my left said" yr NOT sposed to smoke here" as he stood up i said"pussy" he didnt retort, good thing, cuz he woulda went home with more than a grass stain...some times ya gotta be a prick, piss people off, be that guy, be A guy, get tough...and oh yeah, dont run on wet grass with hot teen age girls present....

Currently listening : Yo! Bum Rush the Show By Public Enemy Release date: 02 May, 1995

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TO ALL THE TYPE 4 FANS!!!!!
Current mood: accomplished
Category: Friends

  With the coming of the new TYPE 4 release i just had to say to all the kids who have been pumpin our shit through the years,and all the new fans, you all make it worth while, and i cant wait till yiz get the new album, just so we can start on another one for yiz...to all the T4 fans....YOU GUYS ARE THE BALLS!!!!    from Tom, Matt and DJ Daylate......thanks for the love

Currently watching : Superman II Release date: 01 May, 2001

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More fuckin rain????? are you shittin me????????
Current mood: awake

 It's early, too early, but im awake for some unknown reason..outside tires meets wet cement and make that swiiiish sound as they wizz past outside my window...rain, more rain..i think im to in touch with the weather too much, the rain can have too large of an effect on me, after 5 solid days i begin to wilt around the edges, i need sunlight to run right, nahmean???  but a good rain every now and then washes away the blues, the blues that build within , and have no where to go, so on some rainy ass days i stay in , read, write, sleep..and just be..storing up energy for the sweet sunshining days when the trains are packed with honies and the pep is back in my step..no rain drops pissin on my smokes, no wet sneakers..just sun light, smokes a good book, and all the women in boston to admire..im not a perv, just an old fashioned bird dog from way back....

        yrs trueley "Cap'n' Kid"

Currently reading : Desolation Angels By Jack Kerouac Release date: 01 September, 1995

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Beautiful girl on the train....
Current mood: artistic
Category: Writing and Poetry

i stood smoking a butt..

the train lumber up to the platform..

i flicked the butt over the roof

of the train as it pulled in,

the driver gave me a look,

i gave hime the finger....

i planked my ass into a seat,

and was bout to open a book,

when i noticed her...

her hair was thick,

dark,

she was spanish i think...

and i was in love...

i stared until she looked up,

the eyes held more power than i could handle...

i looked down at the book,

i pretentd to read

until i realized the book was upside down...

i closed it, and looked up

(gulp)

she was the one

the one that comes in my dreams

nothing sexual went through my mind

just a vision of resting my head on her beautiful chest...

i looked again,

this time i admired her lips

that looked as though were in a slight pout....

i could smell her beauty from across the train,

my stop came,

i got off,

but as i did i looked back,

we locked eyes aand we both smiled....

that was enough for me

to get to know her might have ruined it...

yet all day ,

she was running through my mind...

that hair

those pouty lips....

those dark eys that had me in another demension,

each time we locked looks...

i did what i had to do down town,

and chalked her up as just another beauty on the train.....

i returned to the station,

for the retun trip home...

and who do i see coming up the stairs as im making my way down?

yup...

it was her,

again we locked eyes and both smiled, she gave an over the shoulder look,

i stopped dead in my tracks,

and followed her,

she didnt look back....

but as the days last shafts of sun light danced about the city streets,

i watched her,

i watched her till i could see her no more,

yet i will probally never cross paths with her again...

but id like to thank her,

and all you beauties that make life worth living,

i love you all.....

Currently reading : ELVIS : WHAT HAPPENED? By Steve Dunleavy Release date: 12 July, 1977

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May.
Current mood: artistic
Category: Life

 Stood at Down town crossing ,just outside of the rains range watching, slowley smoking a camel...looking at the people go past..hundreds, thousands,..hundreds of thousands of people, going past....in the rain...life is beautiful is you simply  take the time to be alive...yeah.

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COURT ROOMS,AND RAIN DROPS
Current mood: amused
Category: Life

   The alarm clock began to wail at 7:30 am, you know that awful sound that could wake the dead, i reached over hit the snoozedbutton and returned to dream land for the seven minutes that piece shit allowed me, just as i was slippin back into a dream world where i was king, dollar bills falling from the sky,again, its inhuman wail pierced through my head, i hit snooze one more time, but was unable to fall asleep, i said "fucked it" turned the thing off and headed for the toilet to do my thing with a puffy face and that shitty morning taste, this day the taste of shit was extra strong, cuz i had to rise early to appear in court, never a good thing..i brushed my teeth, threw water into my hair, ran some greesy shit though it to get that elvis look, then i looked out the window." fuckin great" i mutter as rain fell from above like the good lord himself taking a six pack piss all over my morning, so things were off to a great start..it was only pre- trial so didnt bother with the court,slash wake suit, just tossed on a black collered shirt and fumbled round for my cleanest dirty pants( i need to do laundrry, but im a lazy fuck)...i tossed on my jacket, the only one with out ciggaret holes in it, put on my fadora, the black one that makes me feel like a cool assed frank sinatra, and headed out to meet the rain...at the bottom step i reached into the soft pack and pulled out a smoke, lit it,inhaled and felt the soothing effect of the days first butt, with rain fallen i headed for the train feelin like a piece of home made shit...while dodging many a puddle i wailed on my smoke with a book in hand,.i chose to bring "naked lunch" by none other than william s burroughs.i chose this book one cuz i never finished it, and two it was banned in mass years ago( just wanted to bust some balls at the court house should some screw eyeball it).. i got to the train station and evan though i had a T pass on me i still hopped the turnstyle, i dunno, some habits are hard to break, plus i figure" fuck em, fuck em right in the ear"..once on the platform which was packed with worka day people i said out loud"shit, so this is what 8 am looks like" an older woman turned and said, "your not sposed to smoke on T property" i exhaled and a huge cloud of smoke danced around her entire head, i winked at her, and she took off..i was in no mood and i was gonna smoke the days first in peace, i was off to court, never a good thing, and evan though it was just pre trial i still had the fear in my belly...memories of being shakled to strangers,and rotting down stairs waiting for some public defender to call yr name, as you shuffle to to the tiny opening in the plexi glass and see if ya can make bail, never a good thing...my charges are minor and no need for details, lets just say, i didnt hurt anyone,and leave it at that.. as i road the train dripping wet, my belly rumble, can never eat before court, always been a problem...my stop came and i exited the station,and asked someone who looked like a bit of a criminal "which was the fasted way to the B.M.C(Bston municipal court) he pointed, and off i went sloshing through puddles with my head bent to the ground, with each step the fear of court and all it stands for had my belly in knots..i got there and stood outside for a minute killing yet another smoke..i flicked it and entered..once inside i had to go through the mild search then the metal dtectors, an older cop ran his magic wand over me, and passed me along, i reached inside a square lil plastic thing and retrieved my smokes wallet and what not.. then i had to find out which court room i was to appear in, a nice lady in her cop get up told me to head on up to the sixth floor..this court house is fairly new and surley cost the tax payers an arm and a ball..i was a bit early, they didnt start calling cases till 9 and i was there about 20 minutes till 9..so i took off my hat in a bathroom and tried to make my hair look presentable..a bit of advice , if you have ever had to appear in court, dont go in there with ya hands in pockets looking like a slob, could be the diffrence tween jail and being home in time for kick off, get it?? good..as i lingered out front i realized i was up one floor to high, i returned to the elevator and went down to the fifth floor where i belonged..as i got to the proper room i went to the list of cases to be heard that day, most where pre trial, but some were people being surrendered by thier probation officers, depending on the judge this could mean that they will put you into custody, i.e jail..i was glad that wasnt what i was looking at, like i said my thing is something minor, that will hopefully be squashed at the next court date..as i stood looking at the list i felt shitty to see my name ALL at the way at the end, see the go by the alphabet, and my last name starts with a W, so you do the math...as i was reading the list i felt a presence next to me , i turned and there standing in an ill fitting suit with his waist line close to his nipples stood my lawer smiling at me, the first words outta his mout were, "i really like that hat ya holdin, put it on" i did so and he smiled from ear to ear " class, you got class kid, dont sweat it, this pre trial and the way i see it your all set anyway, it a bullshit charge,they got bigger fish to fry, see ya on the in side" with that he winked and was gone.i entered the court room which was brand new, spotless, and well lit...off to the left though were the doors of doom, thats what i call em, you walk in the front door, and leave through those doors, your doing it in cuffs....soon the ballif made his lil speech bla bla bla please rise for the honerable jude ,"my shit dont stink". with that the creek of wood could be heard as the 50 or so crooks rose for a thin female judge in classes, right away i deemed her a hanging judge who would lock you up with out a second thought..i planned on reading my book till my name was called, but the urge to hear all the other poor bastards go before the judge was more interesting...like i said they usually go by the alphabet, but they were all over the place, they evan called two others with the same last name as mine, but they defaulted which means they are now wanted men...the worst i seen, and i knew it was gonna happen, this poor kid had two open cases ,was on probation and picked up a class A distribution in a school zone, he was either dumb to the ways of the court, or just plain DUMB, cuz when his name was called he strutted up like he was gonna be outta thier in a flash...the charges were read, along with his current standing with the court system..without missing a beat the judge said" put him in custody" still, he didnt get it, not unti the cold steel of hand cuffs were slapped on his skinny wrists..evan though he was a stone cold crack dealer with open cases and probation and went right back out and started to grind all over again, and sure as shit he got pinched( arrested) i had no sympathy, if that was me, i woulda been happy that i wasnt locked, but selling drugs is an addiction, just like doing them, he just could'nt go around without a few grand a week coming in..what struck me as funny, and i shouldnt laugh was the look of disbelief at what the judge told him, he could'nt understand it" wha???? JUDGE WHY AM I GOING TO JAIL,WHY ME WHY ME!!!"...the judge shot back with out making eye contact, "cuz you had yr chance mr blank, and you went right back to doing the same thing, and in a school zone???"  ....still he was baffled he evan turned on the water works, thinking that would get the cuffs off" but judge, i wont i wont, " as they ;led him through those door of doom where he would be held till it was time to be shipped off to Nashua street till his next date before the judge you could hear him crying like a little girl with a skinned knee, pitiful, really pitiful...no one in the court house could contain thier laughter, i didnt laugh ,just shook my head and was thankful i wasnt that kid...right now he's in lock up callin home collect every chance he gets, crying like a little girl..when you take a pinch, and get locked you gotta man up, if ya gonna do the crime, ya gotta be prepared to do the time, sounds mean, but thease are the rules on the streets of any big city... finally my name ws called and i stood up straight, hnds behind my back with my eyes locked on the judge should she address me..all they did was set another date..at first it was gonna be june 6th, and i though,"oh shit, that would make the date 6/6/06, the number of the beast, but i lucked out and my lawyera sked for the 7th...and that was it, i snatched up my book ,my jacket and put on my cool black fadora and winked at my lawyer on my way otta the court room, he smiled and i made the" i'll call ya sign with my hand".. i tell this tale and some might think why, there was no climax, no jail time for the narrator, i tell it cuz there was a time when court very well could have neant i was headed through them doors of doom...i got outside and sparked another smoked, and walked along through rainy down town feeling fine, cuz all was well and i was a free man, and i plan on staying that way till they find me an old man who died in sleep at a ripe old age....

Currently listening : Sgt. Peppers Lonely Hearts Club Band (LP SLEEVE) (EXCLUSIVE COLLECTOR'S EDITION) By The Beatles Release date: 10 March, 1998

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Dam near punched out some fool on the train but....
Current mood: aggravated
Category: Life

   Was on my way home from the city yesterday, the train was packed, and i had to breath second hand air and stand for the whole trip, which isnt long,but still....my stop comes and the train doors swish open and the people unload like cattle out onto the platfrom as the last of a warm days sunshine came at me in broken shafts through passing people..i went to make my way down the steps and on home but there was some family of bricks (subnormals) with two trash bags of thier belongings ripped open going through them..this went on while at least 100 people tried to get around them..as i passed i stepped over a shirt,and dodged a pair of pants when from over my shoulder i heard"yo!! you ignorant mother fucker!! " i woulda let it slide but this skinny punk kept runnin his mouth..out of nowhere all the fury thats been buildin up inside started to boil over.half way down the steps out load i said" fuck this, its go time" i turned and was about to make my way back up through the large herd of working folks on thier way home and proceed to punch this kid in the mouth with all of might,but i was pushed by a woman my age or a little older,she just wouldnt let me, "he's not worth it,let it go " i snapped back to reality and knew she was right,so with half a smile i started to make my way down the stairs again, but from the top of the stairs i heard him runnin his mouth" yeah thats it, let ya friend there ms lady bitch save ya ass!" again i wanted to fight, again she gripped my arm harder until we were through the turnstyle..once through the turn style i tried to walk on but just could'nt, so i removed my jacket put my hat on bavkwards and waited for mr tuff talk.AGAIN this buisness lady pulled me away this time she took me by the hand and for the first time i looked at her in the eye, she wore glasses was well dressed and seemed like a nice person" he's a loozer, let it go,i can tell you'r pride has you fired up but i can also sense your smart enough to walk away" .just then the cops swarmed upstairs where mr tuff talk was ...i turned to this heroic pretty lady and said" your right, and thanks" with that she smiled and walked off....i put my jacket back on and did the same.....BRICKS!!!!

Currently listening : Man & His Music (Remixes From Around the World) By Boogie Down Productions Release date: 01 January, 2001

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