Oh man, as usual march is a lackluster month, my landlord hates me an his evil wench nurse property manager don’t ether, so this month I’ve been in and outta court, fighting for a apartment with a clogged sink, a clogged tub, an broken locks, yes folks I like in the house from fight club,  on a block a friend that does electrical work didn’t want to work in, and I love to move but I have 30 crates of records I like, I lost ten crates the last time. The sad shit is im making money now,  (not champagne on the phone rich, but I I do over time I can get Hal the shit biggie rhymed about in “juicey”, a Super Nintendo a sega genesis and the accura from 93 he brought his mom, retail value $1200 or a carton of newports?) tonight I’m gonna attempt to make beats, I haven’t made shit in a minute, I also have like 10 gigs of bests stored, if you read this and ask for a free joint? I hope ya mom ends up in a othadox Muslim community with a thong and paisties on and get acid thrown at her?