i'm taking my late lunch run and i'm over by adams morgan in NW on like my 5th mile of an 8 miler and at first i thought my ear phones were going bad w/ the shaking but nah, i start seeing worry in the faces of the people i'm passing by. being the monster and not quitting (insert mexican jokers here) i run the ****en earthquake watching all sorts of just crazyness around me. it then hits me that i'm at my job, those last 3 miles i was just straight high on the feeling. i run up to my office and no ones allowed inside and i'm just way too amped on some crazy dopamine levels, i then find my boss, he looks at me and just starts to cry like the ****en dupont circle living fruit he is.
being educated on the left coast i've had my share but seeing these cowards on the street losing their **** ... man they all looked like marks.
ahora, pasame la botella!
being educated on the left coast i've had my share but seeing these cowards on the street losing their **** ... man they all looked like marks.
ahora, pasame la botella!
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