Allen West

By Allen Stewart 

Editor of Centerfold 

 

    If I had the confidence, personality and life of Kanye West and how it would affect my day, the morning of the change would be so drastic it would nearly mirror the way I changed the music game. Me being a creative genius and all I would not step out of bed but more so…glide out of bed. I would land on my rug designed as an air strip into my snake skin loafers because everyone knows I only ride first class. I’d walk down stairs and be greeted by my chef. I would give him a hand five but automatically purell them. The reason being is simply…..I can’t get sick. 

The only reason my name and sick should be used in the same sentence is when people reference how sick-nasty I am as a human. I would indulge in a luscious biscuit and water it down with a tall bottle of vas water. Speaking of V’s, let’s talk about Versace, because that’s all I would be wearing that day. I’d step outside; spray some cologne in the air because natural air doesn’t smell good enough to me. My four door fiat 501 would be waiting for me; I’d get some doughnuts in before heading to school. But not literal doughnuts, I can’t risk de-perfecting this body. I’d pull up to school, accept my diploma, and get out of there. I’m not one to study the books, I more so study the stars, why you ask because I am one. After that I’d hit the club…..sandwich because even celebrities have to eat. Then I would head over to the studio, mix a phat beat, shake some hands, get an award, and head back to my crib. Along the way stop at the movie set for my upcoming flick….I AM KANYE WEST. Then head home, fall into my bed and apologize to the world because I feel bad for leaving them. That’s my day…get over it.