Late night session with Grip H reminded me of the olden days. [Laughs, in a reflective kind of way.] It’s been a while since I hit up the boards and he stood behind the mic. Another one of those nights that was down right fun. A few flash backs from when I first told my mom I smoked weed, but not “marijuana” to “cutting off the wee-wee’s of the despicable ones.” We had a share of laughs and some crazy conversation that ended with getting two songs recorded and one of them mixed before my ears started to tire.
These are the nights we you don’t get back. Just hanging with the family and making some tunes. A very good “nightcap” from a bottle of a good day. Not that I can’t stay, but it’s off to dream land now. Peace yall.