Early Mornings in Los Angeles

When you wake up, it's a different story.

I awake.
Membo.
All normal hands. All normal body.

I get up, stare in the mirror.

It's my awesome and attractive Membo head.

Ha, that's kind of cool. I'm still amazed at the design to this day.

I can see the computer at the other side of the room but I'm not feeling like making a beat today. I got other plans.

So on my bench there's my OnePlusOne phone, or frequently referred to as my brick. I pick it up, dial Angus' number. I feel like doing stuff with the guy, because today is going to be big. I pack my Slazenger backpack and head outside. I feel awesome. I'm dressed in a long Jack Ü crewneck that comes down to my knees, with skinny khaki trousers. To top it all off, I've got a sick pair of DC shoes on with Santa Cruz socks hidden enough. Hey, today is going to be good. I kick my board up, then leave my driveway. I leap onto the board and push. The rolling sound can be heard away.

I roll up at the park.

Angus is there, so we exchange a clap.

Then the day is chill because Angus is one of the best dudes I know.

I return home, throwing myself onto the couch, re-adjusting my head. I flick Spotify on, and I switch this new Garrix banger on and just chill to that because it's inspirational.

I have an idea for a beat now and it's probably going to be released 8/9/16 because my new EP is out 30/8/16.