That I'm typing one-quarter of a century and I look through my boxes ...
Damn, I snapped Thune in this shit. 1993, late for some earlier for other ... Each ticket scraped any anniversary, Christmas or passage of the family departed in buying CDs.
Saturday afternoon. Starter cap screwed onto the skull. Fraud in the RER to go to 3 Fontaines Cergy (2 stations), adrenaline woah! FNAC direction. Mater all disks of the three boxes arranged at least 10 times. Stand out and hard many times. Eventually opt for an album. Released its 100-franc note. Proceed to payment.
Then, the best time. Go to Burger King in the small passage. Order a Double Whopper Cheese. Open carefully the cellophane disk with a right lower canine. Out the booklet, peel in all directions. Double Whopper eating my Cheese. Back
RSP, re-fraud (woah curdle). Not tight like elsewhere.
1995. Saturday afternoon. RER to Chatelet-les-Halles with Loïc (wesh DJ Curtis, although my mouth?). Fraud. Never tight either. Class.
Management LTD (a shoe store today). It's small, it is dark. We are kids, there are big niggas who heads nasty. It sneaks up bin "French Rap." Daddy Lord C, the X-Men, Section Fu ... We must make a choice! That is good ... More than a mix tape or two. Ah want a guy who is out. Tense atmosphere.
Oh yeah, it shakes in an OD arcade opposite. Oh yeah, it means not getting on the fire truck and that white stuff weird bunch. Nice Chatelet, we will return. Often.
Oh damn, it was the right time. Yeah, well let's talk about precisely. Discs and a good time.
Saturday afternoon. Starter cap screwed onto the skull. Fraud in the RER to go to 3 Fontaines Cergy (2 stations), adrenaline woah! FNAC direction. Mater all disks of the three boxes arranged at least 10 times. Stand out and hard many times. Eventually opt for an album. Released its 100-franc note. Proceed to payment.
Then, the best time. Go to Burger King in the small passage. Order a Double Whopper Cheese. Open carefully the cellophane disk with a right lower canine. Out the booklet, peel in all directions. Double Whopper eating my Cheese. Back
RSP, re-fraud (woah curdle). Not tight like elsewhere.
1995. Saturday afternoon. RER to Chatelet-les-Halles with Loïc (wesh DJ Curtis, although my mouth?). Fraud. Never tight either. Class.
Management LTD (a shoe store today). It's small, it is dark. We are kids, there are big niggas who heads nasty. It sneaks up bin "French Rap." Daddy Lord C, the X-Men, Section Fu ... We must make a choice! That is good ... More than a mix tape or two. Ah want a guy who is out. Tense atmosphere.
Oh yeah, it shakes in an OD arcade opposite. Oh yeah, it means not getting on the fire truck and that white stuff weird bunch. Nice Chatelet, we will return. Often.
Oh damn, it was the right time. Yeah, well let's talk about precisely. Discs and a good time.
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