Osaka Cherokee

What day is it? Tuesday? shiiiiiiiiiiit!

let's start things out by saying that I'm a tad on the inebriated side. I'm always stepping over that line. I'm a habitual line stepper. I didn't mean it. I was making a cheese pizza toast thing for my girlfriend's sister and next thing I know I'm in the bar drinking with a bunch of fuckers I know.

this fifty year old lady I know, at least I thought I knew, rolled up and sat next to me. I thought it was this fifty year old bitch Seiko that I know, but it turns out that its this fifty year old bitch Chie that I sorta know. Well halfway through the night of flirting with Chie I admitted that I thought she was Seiko. Shit turned a little cold after that. Some guy was like, "hey, forgive Cherokee, he's "friendly" with seiko". Well, Chie was like, "so friendly that the fucker can't tell us apart?!" fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck. Checkmate! I lose. You can't be claimin' you're tight with somebody if you can't recognize their face in a crowd. fuck it. Such is life. If all these fuckers didn't look a like my life would be a lot easier.

I'm jammin' to some Dave Chapelle right now. This fucker is funny as fuck.