i hit up chaz after i got out the shower tonight. i was listening to music thinking how we gotta do a track together, and how we gotta make moves. he was on the way back from cookout with his girl. when i heard that, i began craving my ¼ cheeseburger tray with mayo/ketchup, nuggets, cajun fries, with cheerwine. we talk about music and work and how this 9-5 isn’t going to cut it. i told chaz i think we got something and he told me don’t think, know we got something. i asked him if he thought it was too late to get it poppin, and he said nah we at the perfect age. i guess i’m so scared of my dreams, i be finding ways to run away from them, but i know the regret going to eat me alive if i run any more.
i gotta make it back home soon, we got some work to do.
-ratha, 11:37pm, 2.27.22