Wow. I wasn't expecting to use any pimp terminology today, but hey, these things happen. Shoutout to Iceberg Slim for the slang and the game. Yeah, daddy-o!
Before I say something that you might not like or even care about...COME TO MY LAST SHOW (at this particular venue). They've been awesome the whole time and even if you're thinking "Well, shit hell, I didn't go all the other times. Why the hell would I start NOW?".
The answer is simple. The people are the show are dope as dope. Yup. I said it.
Find a safe place. Brace yourself. Bite you lips...wait...that's fall out boy.
Oh yeah! I remember. In case I fucking randomly die or some shit like that and you think that I'm pissed about something and are looking for closure. To all the venues that have screwed me in the last few months, just know that I don't hold a grudge and I'm happy that I got to work with you. You screwed me, yeah, that can't change. But we're all adults here. So if someone vandalizes your shit or keeps calling but hanging up as soon as you answer, that ain't me, breh. I'm way pettier than that, but I'm a face to face meeting type of person. Also, stop texting me. You said it was over, not me.
I'm going to work on making myown emojis. Have a great one and come see me on Wednesday. OR at the next show that I'm going to post about. Ok? OK!
Randall 'Crabmeat' Thompson is a stand up comedian based out of Las Vegas, NV. He dreamed a dream of time gone by.