What up? Been chillin', tryin to hustle some loot, been mad poor, yo!
Homie Alan ask me to help him vend this reggae show called Reggae in the hill. Shit was mad far, some spot called Angels Camp, about a 6 hour drive from LA. We stayed in a town called Jamestown. Jamestown is an old mining town that's not so welcoming to people of color, if you know what I mean. Fuck it, we just chilled in our room anyhow.
Yeah... this is exactly what all of jamestown look like
To get a drink we had to roll out to Modesto which was about a hour drive away.
Next morning we set up shop to slang some t shirts.
Event was not cracking at all
One of the main performers was this kid Alex Marley. He's supposed to be Bob Marleys cousin. All I'm sayin is, just because your last name is Marley does not mean you should start singing too. His set was all Bob covers and all mad wack. Please give up your dream of becoming a reggae star, your last name has more talent then you.
Back home to Ktown.
I know longer can sleep in cus of this fucking madness going on next door to my bulding. I make it to bed around 3, 4ish, these jerks start at 7am. Thinking about buying a bbgun and shooting these fools from my window. Constructing workers, I hate you. P.s I hope they buy my building, I need the loot.
My neighbor agrees.
