DAMN MAN, I HOPE U DOIN GOOD NOW THOUGH. AND U GOT A GOOD ATTITUDE ABOUT IT, I LIKE THAT. FUCK... JUST LOOK FOREWARD. LIVE LIFE
THAT SHIT HITS HOME, LIKE I SAID, JUST HAD A HOMIE DIE IN FEBUARY FROM A BRAIN TUMOR.
MY ONLY BROTHER HAD A BRAIN TUMOR WHEN HE WAS YOUNG. HAD TO GO TO SURGERY AT UCSF I STAYED IN A HOTEL FOR A WEEK. HE HAD A GOLF-BALL-SIZE BRAIN TUMOR, LEFT-FRONTAL.
@ GAS ONE LIKE U WERE SAYIN, ITS FUCKIN HARD TO VISIT LOVED ONES IN THE HOSPITAL AINT IT? BUT U GOTTA DO IT ANY WAYS, NO MATTER WHAT CIRCUMSTANCE.
yeah man.. good lookin out. i cant help but have a good attitude about it cuz shit coulda turned out waaay worse. they didnt know if i could ever talk/swallow/walk/write again ...plus i dont wake up with hangover nausea everyday. the worse part was not knowing wtf it was that made me feel all fucked everyday.all day... . i thought it was acid reflux haha
as far as gas comin to the hospital..heres a COOL STORY,BRO
i called my nigga gas and was like "Yo. i got a brain tumor..."
and then after the awkward pause and sad moment
i was like "u on deck? come blow one"
he like "gimme twenty minutes!"
my girl wheels me out in the wheelchair down to the curb .. up pulls gas and i liimp myself into this nigga whip, hospital gown, tubes and shit hangin out my nose.. we blew a whole fuckin blunt of some kush ..
and i was f u c k e d up lol i could barely get back in the wheelchair my girl was hella buggin for a second haha.like "oh my god we killed him look at this nigga" i was like lets just chill out here, lemme get some air before we go back in.. it was awesome.
3H CREW, WE BOUT IT BOUT IT™