oh it's 2012.
my name is bert and i like to chill, too much.
i shoot photos and over analyze movies.
i'd rather listen to de la soul than deadmau5.
i sometimes pretend that i can dance and cook.
my sunglasses are cooler than yours.
on my way home from work, true story:
snoop dogg - it ain’t no fun, played on the radio.
now i grew up with hiphop/rap and there are some songs, including this one, where i can just recite the whole song.
i was leaving work, happy/smiling/chill, and this song came on and it brought me back hanging with my cousin in san diego when i was a kid. we would always go to sd to visit and we’d usually chill in his room talking/playing super nes/vibin to music. he had crazy speakers (at the time) and we would put a pillow in front of them and bump bone thugs n harmony whilst laying on the pillow. hahah
ANYWAYS that song came on and i pulled up to the stoplight and started singing (shouting) the lines in my car. my windows were kind of open, ajar-ed.
then snoop dogg’s verse came in and i said(shouted) his first 2 bars with such conviction and volume.
*GUESS WHO’S BACK IN THE MOTHAFUCKIN HOUSE, WITH A FAT DICK FOR THAT MOTHAFUCKIN MOUTH!!!!*
now enter a van right beside me. a mom and a van full of girls(highschool? maybe)
the girls were cracking up. one appeared to be on her phone while laughing.
*OH GOSH I THINK I JUST GOT TWEETED*
and the MOM, OH THE MOM.. if there was a visual definition of salty looks. she was it.
what did i do? OFCOURSE TURN DOWN THE MUSIC AND LOOK STRAIGHT. duh. haha