I Got Older This Weekend

Does Devin show up to rap at your birthday party? He does for me, well lets just pretend he does and it just doesn't happen to be a coincidence that the show falls on my birthday. Birthday shit was cool though. Pregamed a little with some newcastles and a "What It Do;" then went out for some sushi before the show at this spot that hooks up some killer unagi. After loading up some rice for beer padding we rolled out to Studio Z for some Texas rap songs. The line was a lot longer than I expected for this show but people rolled out for that rare Devin show which was good. We got inside and I started throwing back some Heinekens. Rowmanoski was djing which was cool. Vinroc was also suppose to dj also but I don't think he ever got on or at least I don't remember. After Rowmanoski was down Shotgun Wedding Quintet came out for some live band hiphop action. I can't really tell you if they were god or not because I cared more about beer than a live band with a rapper. Devin was great though. I don't remember how many songs he did but he covered all his bases with older material and tracks off To Tha X-treme.

Saw a bunch of folks which was cool. Props to Dan for hooking up some free passes to the show, fucking B-Cause rolls through and hooks up a keak cd and an eightball & mjg 12" that I currently cannot find. I'm thinking I left it in my friend Brooks' car so it should be cool. Props to Brooks for driving because I don't remember coming home. Diane gets props for not sucking like stupid ass girls who like to walk down the street screaming in high pitched voices because they are excited to be in "the city" and going fucking dancing. Marz rolled through and yelled in my ear about cutty bangs and how live hiphop bands like to build up their beats but never peak, it just builds to nothing. Advil gel caps get props for making my headache go away after a bunch of my friends bought me beers, I'm thankful for the beers though.



I got pretty loaded last night but I was able to maintain some what. Like I didn't get too drunk to enjoy the show but apparently I was drunk enough to annoy people I didn't know. Some fucking girl did not appreciate me bumping into her and her friends. Well in some bullshit attempt at being a bitch about it she asked me "Can you please stop bumping into us?" Me being the suave gentleman that I am I responded with "Can you fuck off?" I think she wanted to take me home after that response.

Since it was my birthday I decided to buy myself this:



I haven't had a bike with brakes in forever, probably since 1990. Should be interesting adjusting to this guy. I'm use to riding a bmx and jamming my foot on the back tire to stop. It works just fine for me so I always thought brakes were kind of pointless. Can't really do that on this cutesy thing though. The bike is an old Centurion that has been converted to a single speed which is cool with me. I'm not down with that derailer bullshit and having to fuck around with gears. I just want to pedal and go, if it gets tuff just pedal harder. At least that's what I thought I'd do. Then I found out just how long it's been since I'd ridden a bike. I rode it back from the BART station and shit was a fucking work out going up these damn hills. Oh well I'll get use to it.

oh fucking last Friday catchdubs and oxycottintail were out here doing it up with ross hogg at milk. Ross threw down a bunch of bay stuff that was totally not shitty. It was good times, I got faded and stuff. I got picture of this dude throwin down like a champ though.



as hard as I tried I could not match his steez. This was about all the dance mania I could muster. Shit was fun though even if none of these san francisco motherfuckers wanted to gangsta walk.