polyphony.

interview's done.

that's one orangutan off my back. now, to get this stuff transferred to written word by d-day, thursday the 5th.

it went well. my dad let me use the car *gasp*, and i got there, found a perfect park on 3rd and cherry, and handled my business quite nicely.

yo, man.

just seeing how those cats live, listening to them and asking them questions, partly for self gratification and partly for the interview, i'm convinced. i *have* to work for myself. i understand that working for yourself is a hustle, even if you have something that everybody needs... and that it's not all beautiful hardwood floors and open, airy lofts and waking up at 11am and living in olde city. but cuz.

envy is abundant.

they were cool cats too.

i sat there, interviewed them, and thought about how i'd have to climb out of bed at 7am tomorrow and drag myself to work, to assist in selling somebody else's crap.

*sigh*

didn't go to the roy ayers thing. people i was supposed to go with didn't call. shame on them. plus, i was going to need the car, and my dad was in a bad mood, so i just skipped the drama. i can't wait until the whip gets here. trust, i'm going to be on the road all the time. this paying for insurance but still dreading asking to use the car is a bit too much.

that's all for right now, i gotta do the dishes.

oh- i've uploaded a new beat.

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