I've been slippin but I got 40 Wraps!

It's been a minute since I've posted up shit on here. Not like anyone reads this shit anyways but I've just been busy with work. Trying to come up with some time to write shit for some deadlines I got slapped with. I sent off my shit to Down so that's good but I still got some bullshit I need to hammer out for Versus by friday and I don't have a fucking clue what the fuck that shit's going to be. I either need to do some serious drinking and make a story happen or just get angry at something. If worst comes to worst I'll just fall back on exploiting the softness of the public. Actually I think that might be the way to go considering I haven't been able to think of shit.

As far as the rap music goes, man I haven't been picking up shit lately. For the past week the headphones have been rocking of a lot of Spice1, DJ Nikoless' This Is Where You Got It From, Cannon Fodder - Broke The Musical, Supermarket - Dump Koch(shouts to herm for hooking this up). I need to cop some new shit at the wrecka stow, grab some 12"s. I want to check that new slim thug and see how they changed that up from the bootleg.

As far as the beer goes it's been a variety of stuff. $2 dollar tall cans of Sapporo, Stellas, Nectar IPA, Red Hook, and some other shit thrown in there. Nothing super fancy but I think this weekend I'm going to throw back some forties mostly because I just got those sweet ass 40 bags (show above) courtesy of the fine folks over at Gurp City. They even come with some dope instructions(shown below) for how to properly brown bag your forties. Shit makes drinking forties almost classy in a retardly drunk kind of way. Considering I haven't had a forty in a long as time I figure it's about that time for one. I can't waste these bags on some fucking 22's.

I've stayed away from 40's since I became of age to not have to sweat hitting up strangers for my brews. I fucking hated that shit. Approaching the person who I thought would either talk the most pity on my sorry teenage attempts to get drunk or they were just some loser who didn't give a fuck. Sometimes pumping gas for some old lady would work. I hated having to resort to asking college students, especially some piece of shit white hats. You can never trust those fucks with your beer money. There were a couple times I thought I'd get tested by some white hate coming out of Circle K and walking off with my bottle of OE. I didn't know if I'd have to throw my diamond back at their windshield or what but I didn't want some dumbass running off with my shit. I only got cheated on once because I relied on my friend and I was already tripping because it was past the city of phoenix's stupid curfew law. These idiots took forever and then some cops pulled into the parking lot so when they came out dude motioned for us to go to the taco bell behind the spot and what did those assholes do? They drove off our goddamn forties. Fucking dicks, what kind of bitchmade fucker steals beer from 15 year olds?

Oh and I also hated always being the one to walk into a store and try to buy brews. Since I was the one with facial hair I was always getting nominated for that shit. I didn't give a fuck about standing there feeling dumb while I pretend I forgot my ID but man why the fuck didn't anyone else man up at that shit. I always had to fucking do it and that was bullshit. Motherfuckers need to stop relying on my shitty mustache to get beer and do it for themselves. Your mom doesn't cut your meat and you need to learn that I don't buy your beer.

It's because of bullshit like this that my best job during my minor years was working at a gas station. I could now sell my friends beer and in turn sell myself beer. I got pretty bad at it selling beer to most kids at school but shit no one really did anything to stop me because Chevron was pulling in bank on that shit. Some nights there would be $5.00 18 pack specials. Those nights were always cute but it was usually right before I got off because if I did it early I'd have a whole parking lot full of high school kids trying to swoop in for bargins.

shit I'd write some stories about beer runs and what not but I don't have time so that will be for another day. In the mean time I'll leave you with instructions for how to properly wrap your forty.

shouts to Elias for hooking it up properly.