yo i wasn't going to say anything about this...
so friday night i went to sugarhill with my boy duane.
those of you who know me, know that i can occasionally get carried away when i am partying.
anyway
i'm in the club having a fantastic time.
the dj was spinning some cool shit, so i was heavy into my 2 step. (no unk)
we make are way to the bar and i order 2 shots of jose' and 2 coronas.
when the bartender turned to grab the bottle i noticed on the back of her pants was the word TROUBLE.
i should have taken this as a sign, but i kept on rolling.
so 1 hour and 6 trips to see TROUBLE later the story starts to get a little fuzzy.
the last thing i remember was duane and i were at the bar both trying to get at the bartender (no t.pain)
that's about the time things start to get dark....
so the next morning when i awake i realize 10 things
1) i am alive
2) damn my head hurts
3) damn my face feels like shit
4) damn the sun is killing me
5) i have no idea where i am
6) oh shit i am laying outside of the club
7) damn, they got me for my money and my cellphone
8) i can't find duane
9) i HATE jose'
10) last night was crazy (no gnarls)
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