This morning, on his way to work, Biggy called to make sure I'd put Lo's homework in her bookbag. Then the conversation drifted to other mundane topics:
Biggy: Did you know your mom had to buy three window units because her central air is broken?
TR: Yeah, it's gonna cost around $4000 to replace it, so she's waiting until next year. Can you believe PeeWee's Playhouse was 20 years ago?
Biggy: Weird....NO, I'M NOT LETTING YOU IN, MUTHAFUKKA. Sonofabitch!!!! I HATE taxis.
TR: Yup, 1986...
Biggy: OH, NO YOU DIDN'T, DICKMEAT. UUUUGH!!!! That taxi just cut me off. One day, I'm going to get a big-ass piece o' shit truck, strap bumpers all around it, and just start going to town. Ooooh, I'm sorry, Officer, but he cut me off, and I couldn't stop...
TR: I think you need to join a support group.
Biggy: This Dave Matthews cd is awesome, listen. (Turns it up. He knows I can't stand Dave Matthews.)
TR: I've gotta go see what the dogs are barking at.
Biggy: WHAT? I CAN'T HEAR YOU.
TR: Bye.
4 comments:
seriously though, taxi drivers are the worst. One of the many reasons why I can't live in NYC.
Everyone should have a big-ass piece o'shit truck for just such an occasion....."ROAD RAGE RENTALS!"
Biggy, I'm worried about your road rage soundtrack. A phat, young homie like yourself should be listening to gangsta rap and hip hop beats while you cruise around in your hooptie.
well J, I do have that genre at my disposal in the hooptie, but at that particular road rage moment, which was unexpected, I was listening to the new DMB live cd, which I highly recommend.
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