..quit my job at LACED. I'll miss the guys who I worked with but I gotta' be real with myself and stop taking Nike money. Some nike cat thought he could pull my card and talk some shit like I wouldn't just do it bigger and prove him wrong. Fucking toy. Shit, the cat collects a paycheck from Nike so I shouldn't have been surprised. Baby killer.
I got mad love for the homeys I worked with and for. I'll miss being la familia de laced. I have no idea what I'm gunna' do now but I know I could always hit up the guys at DC and see if that works out.
Fuckit. I'll open my bar. They're will be retarded limited edition tees on sale and a "restock" of Jordan 1's so everyone thinks I'm cool. Oh, and I can't forget about my wanna-be-celebrity-coolguy security front doorman who'll only let in the coolest of the cool. I'll be sure to hype the opening up as much as possible and include fucking whack neighboring stores and companies in my business so I'm sure to have a campout. Lord knows no cool spot worth it insane prices wouldn't be complete without thirty people mindlessly braving the elements for the entire week before their opening.
Fucking LA stores should stay in fucking LA. Let Vegas come up on its own.
Fuck you very much.
Thought of the Day: Either put up or shut up.
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