I can still remember how I got the $crillah to buy Pleased to Meet Me. The summer after
9th grade I got a job cutting the grass at the DMV, which was a TINY
square of grass that took maybe 15 minutes to cut. I got $10 to
cut it every Saturday, and of course after about one Saturday the
scorching heat completely killed the grass, so there was no reason to
cut it. But I'd still show up every week, go through the motions and
then walk in to collect my ten fat ones (that's cash money, ladies; from Day 1 I demanded "folding money only, please.")
The lady would always be a little confused, "gee, did it really need it
this week?" to which I'd look like she was ridiculous "oh yeah, yeah it
really did" and then take my ten bucks to invest in some little-known
company at the time called "Google."
The funny thing is, riding home with Brothatime!! in his Shitvette, I was cold on the first side; for some reason, the only song I liked was The Ledge. Of course by the second listen I was in love with IOU. To this day, I'm not sure how I missed it the first time. Oh well. Life, huh? A box of fucking crackers, amirite?
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