Gleaming whites, just back from the coaters. Might get them to coat my frame in this color next time they do a white run. So good.
Accu-rides. Again, straight freshies.
Fresh Germans just came back. Customs. Very nice. Simulator mounts to be installed on the rears. F'n high tech thangs.
Landon, since I'm probably gonna be chilling at your place a bit when I get in, I figured the nice thing to do would be to make you some new shooooz fo ya whip. Duallys, for maximum ass-kicking with your Jetta. Don't worry, they black. 'Cause I know how my boy rides- grim in tha f**ing nacht! Mark, don't worry- bringing you some, too. Yooz's is gonna be chrome though, 'cause I know you want some polish for that new slab.
I have been pretty much locking up the shop at night alone. I stay later than everyone else, and as a result am charged with Fort Knoxin' the place when I leave. I love the freedom. I dig the heightened responsibility. I sweep up, power down the machines, cut off the air compressors, dump waste material, kill the welding machines and gas lines, flip the lights and lock the door. Then I'm out. But not before searching the place for murk-ass tricks. Any I find are promptly ground up and dumped in the G-Unit barrel. Then I'm out.
