E-40 came in the other day. Hell of a guy, he walked right up to me, shook my hand. He asked me about my job for a second, and cracked jokes about how he still hasn’t been on Fuse or a cereal box.
More importantly though, he left his liquor behind. Free booze for me. Which meant that like a jerk, I am on the crowded subway just hours later holding a massive jug of 8 dollar burgundy, with my backpack full of the kind of liquor they write rap songs about.
Anytime. Any fucking time.
I got hammered alone on my roof and I was hung over, red lipped, and late for work the next day.