Ohhhhmiiggiiyaaahd it was so dope. I sung my heart out, almost passed out from the heat and wasn't a puss for once and passed out samples of my book. I met one of the nicest people ever, Chaundon: check out his blog and his latest album. He is so dope and encouraged me like nobodys business.
I'm grinding like shit. Self-publishing is no joke. I thank God so much for my talent and I'm not complaining at all. I will work my fingers to the bone for this. I've already been on my eff sleep shit for the past 4 months. I will rest when I am FOCC.
I'm still sad about my godbrother. Man, mourning is hard but I know he's smiling and so proud of me. Trying to get it together and finish a few projects but it is hard to write comedic shit when you're sad as hell (sighs galore).
On a brighter note, I kicked it with my mom and dad this weekend and that was the most uplifting ish ever. My parents are so supportive. My dad can't wait to start slingin books on the streets (lol his words, that man is comedy). I showed my mom some of the things I had to compile and she was shocked that it was so involved. She can't wait to get her hustle on too. I love them :)
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