“when I was growing up as a child. . .”
So there I was, chillin’ out at a pal’s video lib. Conversating as we are wont to, when suddenly…
Vacist: Man, you guy, your stuff is dope! Do you have Sopranos?
Mr. E: Yeah, what season?
Vacist: Okay, what. Gene (generally), I can’t click what season it was. Oba (perhaps) it was 2 or 3. First play and I scan
After a few moments of “scanning”
Vacist: Yeah, mob! That’s the one. Man! But I am going to pay 1500 instead of 2500, shit is tight ehn, you click?
Mr. E: But borrowing is Two grand.
Vacist: Eh..Okay.. heh
Then he sees me…
Vacist: You guy, you’re a blogger, what!
Vacist: Man, don’t deny, what! You’re the chief blogger, yeah. I read about you somewhere!
Me: Yeah, I blog, but I wouldn’t say I’m a chief blogger. Ernest blogs more than me. He even puts up pikicha of roco artis
Vacist: Ah, wah, so you write what!
Me: I write whatever comes to. . .
Vacist: I know. I was saying. So you write articles, words, those things, what!
Me: Uhm, yes… those things
Vacist: So how do I blog, begin writing,what! Who do I pay?
Me (suppressing urge to make money off this chap and his question tags): It’s easy, just go online, sign up and you’re set
Vacist: Its that easy what! Man those things of internet, www, what! Those things are tight mob man, when!
Vacist: Yeah, sorry, I meant what! You click these things ehn, man!
(I promised I wouldn’t include him in this post so in all fairness, we have only one side of the chat)
Vacist: Man. Do you want someone to work here with you.
Vacist: Its kawa, I don’t want money. Okay you can pay me a bit while I try out
Vacist: I like movies,what!
Me: You just want to hit on girls
Vacist: Uh, no man! You guy you are a spoiler, what!
Me: You haven’t got the job yet, I can spoil more for you.
Vacist: Man, be easy. Be kawa
So I shot him.