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sunday sermon: j mf z
i like my job. i do…yesterday i served brooke shields…that was cool. and these days, of course, working is a privilege. but then again, there’s nothing like being shitted on at a restaurant by people who can’t even pronounce “tor-tee-ya” that makes you wanna be successful at the thing you do that doesn’t make you enough money to not work as a server on the side (or whatever the side hustle be). youknowwhatimean? today, i left like usual…feeling shitted on and slightly demoralized, ’bout to put on Reasonable Doubt…when what happens?? muthafuckin Jay-Z pulls around the corner in some old but new looking wrangler with Beyonce just cruising. this might be a common thing for long time nyers, but as a west coaster that shit had me stuck…literally. made me realize spring is upon us people, and i need to step my game up…time to get on the real job. naturally, to begin this month’s sunday sermon, here’s a few clips from Jay’s interview with Charlie Rose. chuuch.
click here for full interview.
