In looking through all the saved chats in my Gmail account, I have come across some which glow like pennies in the sediment-laden waters of a mall fountain. Hits like this little two-line diddy:
5:08 PM B-Fast: i think 500 miligrams is only half a gram tho
5:22 PM Earl Grey: ok
...or this number:
B-Fast: you been watching lost?
Earl Grey: Does a pimp carry a razor?
B-Fast: shits the bomb right?
Earl Grey: HEYULLS yeah
Countless ideas - including this blog - were conceived in the midst of this 9-5 banter:
B-Fast: i decided i'm gonna write a book based on this dream i had
Earl Grey: o yea? lets hear it
B-Fast: basically i get stranded on a mountian hike and barely survivei get rescued but i wake up a week later without remembering the whole week after getting rescuedand i slowly piece together all kinds iof crazy shit i did during that week becuase of the effect of the near death experiencemostly a weeklong bender full of drugs and hos
Earl Grey: on a mountain
B-Fast: ha, nah after i get rescued
+ about us
Earl Grey and English Breakfast were born and raised in New York City. They became friends early in grammar school and have spent the last 20+ years dissecting the world around them. This is the runoff coalescing for your reading...and viewing pleasure...along with some other ill shit.
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