May 9,2011
The year is 2004 (or was it 2005?) anyways, I’m standing in the locker room at Abercrombie & Fitch in New York City with one of my co-workers. He tells me how he’s a rapper and tries to sell me his mixtape for $5. I tell him I’m not paying ...
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