First thing's first!
im not single.I guarantee -- you have no idea who i am.You'll definitely notice that i'm the guy who'll have no enemies. The guy who's cool with just about anybody. The guy available in every flavor. Just the guy you need. Eventually, I'll come up and talk to you or vice versa. Im the brown guy in the back of the photo who snuck in at the last moment. You don't notice him at first, but when you do, you're like, "DAMN! Who is that? WHO THE FUCK IS THAT!?" and so... you'll find out. Im the kind of guy that would rather stay at home a jam alone on his Epiphone DOT for 5 hours straight. Im the kind of guy who'll buy shoes just to look at them and never wear them. I'm the rainbow in your jail cell. Im the kind of guy that you'll always have at least one thing in common with. Well fuck me. You got yourself a brown, potty mouth, SNKRFIEND, music-loving, coconut. If you play the solo to Santeria wrong in front of me and tell me that I suck, then you'll die.... hmmm.... you can die, but you're never dead -- SPIDERWEB!! To make things even more clear, combine the Air Jordan Wings Logo, a red hot chili pepper, and a filipino flag, you will have ME. If i could have 3 things in the world all to myself, it would be my music, my style, and my lover.I have the only pair in DS condition. Everybody wants me to rock them, but i don't want them getting dirty, for they are the only pair ever to be made and are priceless. Others have gone crazy letting themselves run around and step in shit wearing a clean pair of sneaks. i like keeping them inside the box with original wrap AND double boxed in a locked trasure chest. I never let anybody even catch a glimpse of what heat im packing. something happens. There's this customer who keeps walking into my store everyday. Not buying anything, but always looking. This customer was wearing a torn up pair of sneaks -- abused and overused. It almost seemed like it was the only pair the customer owned. I've had my share of torn up sneakers, but these were just torn up. The customer still walked around, head up high, not a care in the world. More and more I began to notice the customer's torn shoes until one day i asked, "Hey, why not actually buy some new shoes instead of just walking around those old broken ones?" The customer looks at me and says, "I don't know. I've had these shoes for a while and i loved them. But one day, I was just minding my own business when a person just came up and just completely destroyed them." I take a long pause and breathe in deep. I said, "Well, torn shoes aren't as good looking as brand new ones. You shouldn't be walking around in those old wrecks. You should be excited to be looking for a new pair." All of a sudden, the customer's face lights up. I proceed to the back room to check the stock, but when i got back to the counter, the customer had left. I was puzzled as to why the customer had gone in such a hurry. About 17 days later, the customer had returned -- this time with a wallet full of hard earned money. I saw a new face on the customer. It wasn't the same as that old gloomy face as before. The customer was also wearing a different pair of shoes. They were brand new and icy as fuck. I ask the customer, "Where did you get those shoes?" The customer replies, "Oh these? I've had these a while, i just wanted to wait until i knew somebody would notice." I was pretty much hypnotized by the sneakers. They were so fresh. I asked myself why the customer would be wearing torn up ones instead of those. And then the customer says to me, "These are my prized possesions! I've worn them a couple times, but when i did, nobody ever noticed. It's a mircale they weren't stepped on." A big smile slashes through my face. "Wait here" i said. The customer waited patiently while i went to the back and brought forth MY prized possesions. I didn't feel bad when i showed the customer my DS pair. In fact, i felt the need to show the customer. The customer's eyes brightened, and the sad look that was ever so bothersome had left. I had then noticed that day, that this this person just happened to be the only customer i've had in a while. Ever since the day the other customer came and stole about 20 pairs right in front of my face, while another robber held AKS-74u to my face. Ever since then, i have been cautious to show the good stuff to customers. But there was something special about this customer. Ever since then, the customer had always returned to my store, always getting a glance at my freshest sneaks. I then say to the customer, "You are the only person that's worthy to get a view of these. I've never shown these to anybody and they are the only pair in the world. However, you just walked in and you were the only one in the store. I just thought that after you walked around a hundred miles in those worn out shoes you had, i figured you might want to know what REAL shoes looked like. And you're always welcome in my store."If you can understand what i am trying to say most of the time, you may qualify for a chance to know me. It's not everyday that somebody walks up to me with a clean crystal ball, still untouched by a poison of life. I will be myself once you can see myself. And as for those who think they know me, i will not tolerate you trying to posin MY crystal ball, which has been recently infected with spyware and many viruses.DJ Rabang + = =]
