“A while back, it was about a year ago, I think it was, I had this apartment in San Francisco. I lived on the third floor in this little tiny apartment building, had a little two rooms and a dog, right. I lived on the third floor and I used to walk around town and I had, you know, a couple of pairs of Levis and a couple T-shirts and I thought I had my shit pretty good together, man. You know, I was out on the streets talking and talking, doing all that shit, and every time I found a nice piece of talent he went right straight downstairs to the chick on the second floor. There was another chick on the second floor, right. And I couldn’t understand, I couldn’t understand, I kept thinking, Janis, why are you doing wrong suddenly? Well I so decided to get up one morning…haha…and check out the chick’s action, right, figure out what she had going that I didn’t have going. I got up at 9:30 in the morning, which I want you to know is an effort on my part. And I got up at 9:30 in the morning, I hid in the stairwell right next to the chick’s across from her apartment, right. And I watched her and watched to see what she had, man, that I didn’t have. And I’ll tell you what she had, man, that chick hit the streets at noon. I mean I didn’t even get up till three.”

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