yeah so the year is 2003 it’s February but February in southern California so like “summer-lite” if you must, a “diet summer” of sorts. tbh tho I’ve been sitting on this entry for a couple months bc it’s just some funny shit at this point but I was still 100% a shy guy to share. Additionally the entry title was in reference to some shit that’s now a blur bc that clever line wasn’t written down. aight so whatever it’s 2003 I’m a shithead junior in high school and all I care about is fucking west coast underground hip hop and not like unsigned but “underground”. at this time I had already worked at least one or two summer at Carl’s Jr., s/o David for lacing me w that job and at a managers pay $8.25 baby! aight so that’s enough background, or is it? Oh yeah so I used ALL, if not 87% of my funds to buy music. hella trips to lovells, penny lane, stacks. okay so it’s February right? and it’s hot, like glistening hot. I’m sitting under the lemon tree in the backyard serving my punishment. I’m breaking all my CDs as punishment for being expelled. i said it’s glistening hot right? moms knew I loved music and didn’t know how to further punish me bc at this point the ass beatings ain’t really doing damage(s/o sage francis). so there I am, it’s a Sunday I think, could’ve been a fucking Friday, those days between expulsion and re-admitting are a fucking blur. So Sunday and it’s dumb hot outside i sit there cross cross apple sauce bc we ain’t appropriating shit round here…maybe. Criss cross apple sauce and… you know when you’re smizzed at the bar/club and you can see all those particles flying through the smoke/lights? Well that’s what I seeing, motherfucking speckles of paint dancing in the sunlight, free falling onto my hot dog looking arms, you know the dog, the one that’s been sitting on the roller for far too long. I’m sobbing uncontrollably, “murs rules the world” breaks and there’s more paint confetti coming down from the heavens, like I I just won the trauma championship or something iono LOLOL. so that’s it, my punishment, break all your CDs for flipping off the teacher. I’m not saying I’m in the right but I’m not in the wrong, and Paul you’re a bitch for that, never forgive never forget. I was expelled bc a year one teacher decided that being the “cool” teacher was not for him upon his mid year review. he joked, I joked back, expelled. Moms swoops from school then proceeds to beat my ass like she’s Dwight Schrute or something. Ahhh there it is, so before I even decided I wanted to write this I spoke to my moms about it and how during my expulsion, one day mid sleep she woke me up whipping me w the belt and my loving mother jokingly said “necesitabas una calentada” LOLOLOLOL it’s all jokes now but boy was it fucked then innit. so while I’m expelled and we’re searching for a new school district I plead my case w my moms that the teacher was talking cat shit first and she actually takes my side, Monday comes along she causes a stink and I’m back at Santa Fe, but now my schedules all fucked bc I can’t be in that lames class. tbh I didn’t know that experience fucked me up, until years later, and I’m smacked city getting john blazed in the AMC bathroom, I walk back into the theatre I don’t remember who was all there, but my eldest nephew is there. fin was there w his seeds or seed idk but we watching coco, and when the moms smashes his guitar I cried 56 nights yo. fucking triggered hahahahahaha. thank you for coming to story time w your tio DIY. here’s two images to bring it home LOL. TTYL FUCKOS.
as always and most importantly
FTOS SMDFTB DARKMEAT
a photo of myself in the element shirt months prior to the incident w the aforementioned teacher.
