So these past two weeks, you guys have been embedded into my subconscious because I keep having dreams and a random Triber would show up.
Last night, I was driving up this hill in San Francisco - after saving a group of my students from being trampled to death at a African-inspired cabaret at the The Great Hall - and I was smoking with Henry when suddenly it turned into daylight.
I lit up a joint and fiddled with the radio. I looked out the window and saw daddyiwantchocolate standing at the top of the hill wearing a J. Lo's infamous Versace dress (blue instead of green) and trying to hitch a ride by lifting her legs up in the air.
I screamed "VAL! Hot stuff!" and she turned to me and smiled, her LV pochette sandwiched under her armpit.
Ya looked good Val. Real good.
Last night, I was driving up this hill in San Francisco - after saving a group of my students from being trampled to death at a African-inspired cabaret at the The Great Hall - and I was smoking with Henry when suddenly it turned into daylight.
I lit up a joint and fiddled with the radio. I looked out the window and saw daddyiwantchocolate standing at the top of the hill wearing a J. Lo's infamous Versace dress (blue instead of green) and trying to hitch a ride by lifting her legs up in the air.
I screamed "VAL! Hot stuff!" and she turned to me and smiled, her LV pochette sandwiched under her armpit.
Ya looked good Val. Real good.