Bought this because of a review in Spin at the local Farmville record shop run by a guy who would charge an extra two dollars to white kids to buy shit, so we'd get our friend Tony to go get shit for us. Fuck a Mr. Carrington and his racist ass. Anyways, the day I got it, me and two friends had been living in a hotel room for like a week. I had just turned eightteen and my mom was giving me money for my birthday so I had her drop it by the hotel so we could keep the room for another two days, and we were high as fuck and my one friend Chuck went across the street to the gas station and got arrested for stealing shampoo or some stupid shit. We had plenty of money because we were selling weed at the time, but Chuck just didn't feel like paying for it. I went to the police station to try and sign Chuck out into my custody, being I was an adult for at least a couple days now, but they had already called his mom, so we cleared out. Two hours later, he showed up at the room again, out of jail, and with six hits of acid for us to split. Later that night, Tony and two of his boys came by the room to buy some weed and we were all in LSD la-la land, tripping out to some old Rambo movie on USA. One of Tony's boys kept trying to play the Brand Nubian tape on the boombox we had set-up in the room and we kept telling him to stop. Seriously, it happened like six times, and I'm not sure why he thought it would trick us and we'd listen to it, but we kept telling him to stop. Of course, I was on acid so these memories might be completely warped. Anyways, it's a great tape, but not one to enjoy while on acid in a hotel room with dudes coming by to buy weed. On a side note, later that weekend, we had let Tony take the room to fuck some girl and his cousin Tyrone kicked the door down, completely off the hinges. Tyrone was in my gym class in tenth grade and kicked my ass twice and was completely retarded uncontrollable and made me afraid for my life. One time, this other guy I knew named Paul had gone with me and another guy to buy weed in the projects from Tyrone and Tyrone pulled an uzi on Paul, for no real reason (only time in my life I've seen a real uzi), and Paul, a redneck stoner to the core, says to Tyrone, "You ain't nothin' but a nigger with a gun to me," so me and the other dude tore the fuck out, for real, left the two of them there. A couple days later, there was Paul showing up to smoke some weed with me, not dead, and Tyrone wasn't gone, and I never knew how that night ended up with them two. I do know that Paul today is a welfare stoner who lives in the house his mom left him and hasn't worked more than a couple days in the last few years, and I know Tyrone got arrested for robbing a gas station and shooting the attendant and might still even be in jail. Ahh... Farmville, Virginia... what a beautiful place.
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