unhappy scrappy: Last Donut of the Night

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Saturday, February 09, 2008

Last Donut of the Night

I woke up at 3:00 pm, with my left leg aching like a bastard; I have no fucking clue why this is.

All I know is that slight discomfort is a small price to pay for a man that has meant so much to my life.

Dear Dilla,

Thank you for everything.

Last night, we all came out to remember your legacy, and your man, Houseshoes, was in the place, holding you down proper.

In any case, you are appreciated.

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