So I just got back from Amoeba Records; they didn't have 702's debut album!?@ And don't get me started on how I bought Thicke's new album for full price no less, and my Itunes is refusing to recognize it/started importing the disc and then stopped at track two. And record companies wonder why some people get fed up and resort to downloading.
But I digress...
I walk in and find out that my grandmother has something for me, and even asks me if I have any money on me with a smile. She then grabs her keys, opens the trunk in her closet, [if it's locked in the trunk, it's gotta be something special]and proceeds to put her hands behind her back. Guess what she puts in my hand?... My motherfucking iPod! The clip on the back is gone, and the battery is dead [haha. I can only imagine how confused whoever had it was when the battery died and they had no way to charge it.], but other than that my music and videos are still in tact and I can go on living my life. I almost forgot how my family has been in this neighborhood for nearly 30 years and how connected everyone is around these parts, so I was not surprised at all when I heard that the person who returned it called the house and made sure it got back to me. Small fucking world.
Oh and big ups Bigmama. Big Ups!
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