But I gots to get PAID, nigga.

I worked for a promoter here in the Central Valley when I was college. I would design fliers for different raves all over the place and then, for even more money, distribute them at the college and around the movie theaters in town. It's not really that the job didn't pay well or anything but, seriously... What the fuck? RAVES? Why the fuck was I ever a part of that candy-ass, neo-hippie, junkie-laden scene?

I honestly don't remember one good thing I did during that time. I have samples of a ton of fliers that I designed back then but that's seriously about the only reminder I have that I was even alive during those two semesters. Not the music, not the single-song friends, not the fucking bell-ringing highs... Nothing. In retrospect, it was essentially a colossal waste of time.

Jam it back in, in the dark.