my job-is-my-lust-i’m-going-to-have-sex-forever
i remember the feeling when everyone’s bumping my knuckles for making MYX MO possible last year. I’m too humble by saying, “just a shirt man, no biggie.” then MYX gave me a gold ticket, front row and bumped every piece of the crowd wearing the crappy shirt…crappy huh! they all wear that lame shirt i made for them to got in the event. then the tipsy me (because of that shitty rhum coke and cossack mixed drinks) found myself shouting “SHIT! AKO GUMAWA NIYAN!”…haha reminiscing the good ol times ‘eh.
