No one ever said your love was unconditional.
So today was another 2 cigs. Whenever I get the urge, I pop a cough drop. Running out of this particular medicated brand, so I will be reupping soon. But yeah. 2 cigs yesterday, no weed, no coffee, A LOT of lemon tea, very little Gatorade.
The key about today is, I didn’t speak much. Didn’t talk to Lou, didn’t talk to Rivera, Baker, Drewzer… only spoke to the company that lives on the building with me. Now it’s not that I didn’t have a voice… I didn’t have the BREATH for a voice. This has happened to me before. For it, I went to urgent care, got drained, went about my business. Monday, I may try that. There is too much on the line with this show, and we’re too close to it for me to have a technical difficulty I could’ve checked WAY before soundcheck.
I don’t mean to make you nervous. Shit, I don’t mean to make my SELF more nervous. I got EVERYTHING lined up for the show, BUT my breath. Just let it be known, the sacrifice of my breath came with QUALITY music, both over the years and in the last…I’ll say five. Once it became clear what you like and don’t like about my music, I leaned on that bitch and pumped out JOINTS.
And if you can’t see/hear it, know that I can and can point it out to you.
Stand clear of the closing doors, please.
~Enter the Hamilton~
