Bikini-clad vinyl nerdery, rap music, and assorted tomboyisms.
Very Good Plus.
Aya is the landlady at my home, apt. 680. She did not give this to me because she has a crush on me and admires how I’m thicker than a Violent Femmesbassline; rather, she did it to “welcome me to the building.” Also, I’m pretty sure she wants to take a shower with me. To welcome me to the building.
I take a photo of her gift, and almost caption it KEEPING IT 100 before I come to my senses. My god, that was a close one.
I sport a t-shirt tribute to my second-favorite human with a dollar sign in his name. I wait and hope and wait for a Curren$y tribute song to Jason Terry. Neither of these events seems as important to others as they are to me. Story of my life.
2 weeks ago: the new way for me to entertain myself becomes listening to Curren$y talk about different denominations of bills over an old soul record. Five dollars, one dollar, six dollars for a plate, a lady needed a dollar, but guess what, Curren$y didn’t have a dollar, he had a $10 bill. WHATEVS DUDE JUST KEEP TALKING IN YOUR SYRUPY ACCENT WHILE I CLOSE MAH EYES AND LISTENNNNN.
The weeks fly by. I’m still thinking about him and his denominations-of-money story and that song over which he told the story. I cherish my gift certificate, worth a large denomination. I daydream at work about what I’m going to buy with it. There are so many choices. I also learn that Curren$y’s an Alpha (hence the handsign). Nice hat, by the way. Hey, what does Ghosty call dudes who shop on Fairfax? SUPREME CLIENTELE. Unrelated: I also realize that only 1 letter separates dope friends from dope fiends. I wonder if I get an American flag bikini like I’ve been craving, is it a tribute to blind gross jingoism, or a nod to Jasper Johns. This is a typical daydream pattern for me while at work, thank you.
I find the song! You still with me?
Even better, I find the song in real life*! (*online, in round black acetate form, suitable for purchase)
“New”/”still sealed”! This throws me off, as people using quotations for emphasis always does. It makes everything sound fake, or like a joke. Air quotes.
Wiz has a “sick flow.”
I “don’t” spend too much time pondering the poststructuralist use of language in rap songs.
Nice to meet you, Logan. I’m a cop, and I’d like to “help you find the person who broke into your car.” (have sex with you)
I also find that other record with the break for that other song online. I don’t rap on beats; I spit pictures,Curren$y says. God I love him. It too is ready for purchase. And shipping. To apt. 680, where I live. Upstairs from the landlady who has a crush on me. Curren$y Currently the search is on for either, or both, Curren$y breaks. Gang, that settles it. I’ll see you at Amoeba this weekend (after a shower with the manager).