Sitting on the train, ipod on. I get tapped on the knee by a fine gentleman. I turn down the pod and he hands me his card and says " I know what you are thinking about and he's a lucky man. If he's not lucky, call me." And then he got off the train with a smile.
I was speechless.
Damn.
What did my face look like?
Yeah, I was thinking about that (what else can you do while listening to Ecstacy), but not in the usual way. He's anything but lucky.
He lost. Everything.
As for using the number on that card? Only time can tell.
"I'm feelin too sexy for my motherfucking self..." Yeah. Flesh n Bone. Yeah.
- out, trynna keep a poker puss on my grill... Damn.
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