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Because I had the flu I missed that shit. But based on the condition of the Wreck Center, and what my peeps who were never not working that night have told me: it was unbelievable. That’s exactly why I’m not giving any info on it. I ain’t finna type a bunch of shit nobody’s gonna believe. We’ll all get to see what happened. (If you have the Playboy channel or REALLY good internet skills.)

Now, let’s talk about Me again. I found this fly-ass jacket at the Wreck Center yesterday. I think Dustward was sellin it last night at the Grand Closing. I don’t wanna say what it looks like, so I’ll just tell you how fly it is:

This is the type of Jacket you see from a distance and think “What the fuck? What kinda windbreaker is that? What year is it from? What brand is it? Damn. I wish I could get up closer to that fly-ass nigga to read a label or suttin.”

Okay. So eventually you get closer to me so you can read it. And then here’s the flyest part: THE ENTIRE SHIT HAS NO WORDS ON IT. Only some obscure symbolic image that you may or may not have seen before.