One, that I am a terrible rapper, and that it's a waste to throw me a beat.

Two, that those who you expect to misbehave can often turn out to be the most polite.

Three, you can only inconvenience an idiot for so long, and eventually you need to put his bag in plain sight so your friends can go home.

And four, even though you've known a person for three years you can still just start to discover how mental they are. Especially if they suddenly have crazy eyes and a pocket knife.






(Also, Journal Skins are wicked sweet.)