Dude had a Jew-fro. Not sure about his religion, but if i ever saw a jew-fro, he was sportin it. Tight and curly with ray-bans inside. Inside? Yes, indeed, it was 2 in the afternoon. Big hair, shades indoors, and a tight purple, maybe pink, tank top. Oh and some sort of jangly metal contraption that hung loose and low on a chain around his neck. Like near his belly button. Just chilling above his belt (actually, where his belt would have gone if he was wearing one). He talked fast and loved the sound his own mouth made. Voice like annoyance. If annoyance talked, it’d be this necklace wearing jew-fro bro. Cutting clear through the stuffed up air. Cut straight through and hit me. Every fucking word he said. Who did this guy think he was? I met him, I met her. Dude had lunch with Kanye. Or maybe he just saw him perform at an intimate, but formal mind you, late night jam session. John Legend apparently accompanied yeezy. Name drop, name drop, John Legend on piano, Kanye on the mic. Mother fucker with da curly hair wearing shades, just bragging. All day everyday. My new nemesis.