Ya’ll won’t believe this, but, my reprint of my newest book is finally done. They just finished like twenty minutes ago! Hmmm, only took over a month to print. What the hell were they doing, printing a book and a quarter per day? Those cats are crazy, man. Oh, if there are a bunch of typos today, I feel like hot shit warmed over…that’s not a good thing ya’ll. I’ve been sittin’ in my cubicle for like the last three hours overheated, man. How you ask? Well, first of all, I get hot easily…my guess is this was a loop hole in my defensive mechanism my body created long ago. My pops used to let his house freeze, he’s military so cold don’t bother him, and it’s cheaper. Moms could be cold on an 85 degree day with a slight breeze. I don’t get cold easily, but hate extreme or dry heat. Because it’s unseasonably warm today (55 degrees), my building is still pumping heat. Which means it’s warmer inside than normal. I’m frickin bakin’ here waiting to clock out, feeling like I’m about to clock out. I’ve been tryin’ to use paper towels as wet cold compresses, but that shit don’t work.
Oh, Common’s latest LP, Electric Circus is pretty hot. A little overrated from what I’ve heard from folks, but it’s still Common. The hottest aspect is the fact he’s blatantly going against the current status qou of hip hop LP’s on some straight music shit. I respect that. He still says “nigga and “bitch” with the best of ‘em tho’.
BeEasy/I’ll Holla!
"Hip Hop is chaaaangin'/ Ya'll want me to stay the same?" ~Common
"I'm a grown man/ I'm too old to fist fight" ~Common