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I had a boss who would eavesdrop on my phone calls because she sat like five feet away from me.
Anyways, one day I was talking to my guy about helping me with a DJ gig that weekend (I think it was a wedding or a retirement party). I was speaking to him ebonically about time, pay, meals, etc. and I think the conversation went something like,
"Aiight, we gotta get there before the people show up, go in through the back, and let in my man Les with the Rig. We gonna smash that spot, do what we came to do, maybe get a plate of food, get the money and we out."
You get the point.
Anyways, that Monday, I got called into a meeting with my boss and another boss asking me if I was involved in some kind of criminal activity.
Needless to say, I stopped talking on the phone at work.
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*RIP: John T. "220v" Richardson, Blessing Benson, and Dilla*
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