Claims to be a gangster but he not even makin' it half the way to Wangster.
Today I decided to be a child of a capitalist. I went out to get a coffee at fourth coast. I went to go hang out with my friend Andrew Joyce and we went back to crows nest and got some food. Perched up in the Crows Nest I peered out the window and I saw a hat blow down the street from around the corner of South Westnedge Market. There the hat is below, next to the trash can. Urban Ghetto Tumble Weed, rolling down the street. So American. So I took a picture and ran down the stairs, outside and picked the hat up and put it in my backpack. I continued my consumer adventures and went out to dinner at shake and steak, bought a pair of boots and went to see a movie at Kalamazoo 10. Me and my friend Maggie thought that the Facebook Movie was still in theaters. Turns out we were 2 months late. So we decided to see a movie anyways. Don't go see "The Due Date" it sucked, we left after 20 minutes and then went to see a movie about a runnaway toxic train. That movie sucked to, so we tried to get a refund. But they only let us get new tickets, so we went to go see "Love and Other Drugs" partly it was a radical film revealing the truth behind pharmaceutical drug companies in 1996 and then it just becomes a love story porno with people that are too hot to be real. When I got home, I felt really sad for giving in to spending money on things and trying to be happy by filling myself with nothingness. At that point I took out that 59Fifty and put it on my face. Capitalism is depressing.