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Nothin' more I hate than bein' bored on weekends, hopin' that someone calls me to do somethin' sort o' descent, then all of a sudden, the ring tone on my phone starts goin' off, so like DJ Kool I clear my throat and cough, say hello as I answer it, sure enough it's my man, Dan, yeah, and he says, hey, Chris, you wanna come over to my apartment and make jokes as we watch a random Steven Segal flick, sounds good, I say, grab my camera and keys, put on a jacket, walk out the door and I proceed, to get inside of my car and drive off bumpin' Jay's shit, listenin' to The Blueprint 2, it was underrated, get on the 212, en route to Eden Prairie, get off on the exit, headed to his place so we can carry out our plans, seein' where we go, after the movie, it's always different depending on the scenario, feelin' kind o' hungry this night, so we hit up a Denny's, spending long hours into the early morning, and then we, get the bill paid in full like the classic record be, and go back to the apartment so we can crash and get some sleep, wake up the next mornin' feelin' kind o' irked, 'cause I knew that day I had to spend most of my time at work, so I try to look forward to the next time that I have free, so I can come up with something again that makes me feel happy