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          • November 13, 2012 11:23 pm
            I had been in Italy for a couple months. Nothing too glamorous, just working in a shipyard somewhere west of Venice. Once I got back in the U.S., I found out that Old Dirty Bastard had died. I immediately phoned my best friend. Me: “Dude! ODB died? F: “Yeah… you didn’t know? Me: Dude I was out of town! Why didn’t you call me? F: Oh I dunno, I figured you woulda heard. Me: Like some Italian is gonna run up to me in the street and say? ‘Scuse! Sir! Americano? I so sorry for you loss… the… Aged Dirty Bastard… he isa dead!”

            I had been in Italy for a couple months. Nothing too glamorous, just working in a shipyard somewhere west of Venice. Once I got back in the U.S., I found out that Old Dirty Bastard had died. I immediately phoned my best friend.

            Me: “Dude! ODB died?

            F: “Yeah… you didn’t know?

            Me: Dude I was out of town! Why didn’t you call me?

            F: Oh I dunno, I figured you woulda heard.

            Me: Like some Italian is gonna run up to me in the street and say? ‘Scuse! Sir! Americano? I so sorry for you loss… the… Aged Dirty Bastard… he isa dead!”

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            8. said: Hey, that’s art by my tattoo artist, Samrulz - she’s on tumblr as ouchiscool
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