Play J Dilla instrumentals at my funeral.
So instead of going to that Neckface art show in Hollywood tonight, I had a lovely dinner with my best friend, then ran into an old friend from middle school and hung out a bit with her to catch up, and once I got home my manager called me telling me to meet him at work because an associate apparently was locked inside. It’s been an interesting Friday/Saturday.
Steve-o, the man after my own heart.
Had a dance battle with myself at work to show my Russian co worker how we do it here in the USA
*Nigga we made it*
SURF NAZIS MUST DIE, circa ‘03