I put together an oral history of Rammellzee & K-Rob’s Jean Michel Basquiat-produced bug eyed rap classic “Beat Bop” over at Spin, stitched together from an old Rammellzee interview and new comments from K-Rob, percussionist/graffiti writer Al Diaz, TV Party's Glenn O'Brien and Profile Records founder Cory Robbins. It's a great record and you should read about it and listen to it.
Eating empanadas on the porch. #paisalife
I dated a wealthy girl who knew various deviant acts. One of my favorites was circumventing ATM machines into thinking you did not withdraw funds by grabbing the middle $20 instead of them all (you had to choose $60). I still use it that method to this day. It credits your account the $60 back minus the $20 in your hand.
Like 3 years ago I went to an ATM, withdrew 100, forgot to grab the money and just walked away. I guess other things were dominating my mind at the time and I was on auto-pilot.
I honestly don’t remember whether or not the money was credited back to my account so I can’t call bullshit on you.
I used to work at a grocery store and at various times during my shift I would check the ATM for forgotten cash. Over one summer I found around $240 just from that ATM. I don’t know if the machine was defective or it was forgotten cash. I usually pocketed it right then but once after finding $40 a coworker noticed and narced. After that I had to give the manager the money and they would hold it in the safe for a month to see if anyone would come and claim it. No one ever did.
I used to find cash in other places, too. For a while I worked in produce and sometimes I would find small bills under fruits and vegetables randomly. One night while closing I found a crisp, new hundred dollar bill in between some bananas. There wasn’t good camera coverage in the produce fridge (where I would eat all the fruits I wanted daily) so I grabbed a bunch of bananas, put them on my cart, and brought them into the fridge under the guise of switching the bananas out or some shit. In the fridge I pocketed the cash and then put bananas back.
Maybe five minutes later I’m walking to the front of the store all stoked and this overweight ponytailed software engineer who came in every Tuesday near closing time with his two young kids was freaking out. Dude was talking to his kids like, “Your mother gave me a hundred dollars to buy these groceries and I lost it! She’s gonna kill me!” Dude was hysterical and on the verge of tears. He said he came in through the produce side door so my crisp banana hundie was most likely his.
He called his wife, who never shopped with him, and she appeared like two minutes later. I guess she hustled to the store to pay for the groceries and publicly scold her husband. She was going in on him so I went back to the produce fridge and removed the hundred dollar bill from my wallet, leaving it completely empty.
I walked up to the front of the store holding it and pretending like I had just found it. Dude gave me a hug and thanked me while his wife continued to berate him on how irresponsible he was.
The next day I found a dirty, balled up fifty dollar bill while cleaning the warehouse.
Soundtrack to the shit I’ve supposed to be doing for the last two or more months.
I went fishing a few days ago with some vegetarians.
Cement Ship, Seaclif State Beach, Aptos, California.
Oceanic Art Exhibit, Utah Museum of Fine Arts, University of Utah, Salt Lake City, Utah.
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Sometimes I mess around and use Instagram.
Snowbird Resort, Little Cottonwood Canyon, Utah.
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