relax, i'm a professional

hide that shit, originally uploaded by mjane.

i'm working out of hot rod these days with my ibook sitting on a plank of wood being held up by two metal racks. it's good to be in here already even though we're not open to the public quite yet. after a couple of weeks of being in here, i realized that the friends of hot rod and i have something in common: we never turn down a joint that's passed to us. and somehow from that notion, the under-construction hot rod has evolved into a makeshift smoke room as well.

one day, though, the insurance dude walked through the door just as julien was breaking some shit up for a joint. a frazzled-julien put an ocb pack on top of the shit as to hide it while the insurance dude checked out our newly installed bullet-proof windows (that's right, you 06 thugs) to make sure they were within insurance standards. good thing he didn't notice the shit (even though the smoke-filled room wreaked of it) cuz insurance don't cover that shit.