kemicalphuture

HELLO...IS ANYONE THERE?
THIS IS ME...THE GUY WHO KEEPS MR. DEAD IN HIS POCKET!!!!!!
(10$ IF YOU KNOW WHAT MOVIE THATS FROM)
WHATS THE DEAL?............
I WAS AT THIS HOOKAH BAR PLAYING RECORDS FOR SOME RANDOM DJ NIGHT ON THE SOUTH SIDE THAT MY FRIEND TOOK ME TO.
I WAIT MY TURN LIKE A NORMAL PERSON SHOULD, SIP MY 7UP AND CHILL.
MY TURN COMES.....AND BEFORE I PUT ON THE 2ND RECORD THESE "DJ DUDES" ARE HOVERING ALL OVER ME.
TOUCHING SHIT, TALKING DUMB SHIT RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE TURN TABLES. COMING BEHIND THE DECKS, KNOCHING MY SHIT OVER AND MAKING ME NERVOS ( & thats when bad shit happens).
IM LIKE "OH NO! IM IN THE FUCKING TWILIGHT ZONE!".
IM THINKING, "SIT YOUR ASSES DOWN AND HAVE A DRINK"
"WHY ARE YOU ALL UP ON ME?"
MAYBE IM GETTING OLD....NAH FUCK THAT!
BUT I GOT ALOT OF COMPLAMENTS ON MY SELECTIONS....THAT MADE ME FEEL GOOD. I NEED THAT.
THERE WAS THIS REAL CUTE GIRL THAT I SHOULDA' TALKED TO BUT INSTEAD I PUSSED OUT!......
I GOTTA STOP THAT KINDA' SHIT.
OH WELL...........
GOING TO A FETISH BALL TOMORROW.
I NEED TO SEE NEW FREAKY PEOPLE & HEAR DIFFERENT MUSIC.
I HOPE ITS GOOD.
I NEED TO PEIRCE SUMTHIN. (pun intended)