beer and rap: Doing Thangs

I'm sitting here recovering from the last few days. I can hear fucking Rick Astley loud as shit right now. It's the goddamn japantown Nihomachi festival. I'm down with festivals but I'm not down with shitty white dudes who want to sing bullshit. Anyways the last few days have been kind of hectic. Thursday morning we loaded up and drove down to Santa Barbara for stef's old roomates wedding. Santa Barbara is a place I have never been. I heard it was kind of on some mall pussy type shit but man I had no idea how many chads and becky's were running around that town. It was all bad. Fortunately the first night we were able to find an escape from lames via Dj Magneto and his lady, Kendal. Ran up in some bar and made some beer disappear.

The next day I woke up with a brain that hurt, I solved that by hollering at some Crawfish Etouffee and spending way to much on a fucking fancy jacket at nordstroms. At the wedding I was able to make more beer disappear.

(THESE ASSHOLES ARE NOW PLAYING JOURNEY! FUCK!)

Saturday involved brunch and driving back to the city. We ended up seeing a bunch of gumball rally dudes heading down so that meant all the cops were following them trying to give some tickets. Which meant I was able to do 100 without having to sweat cops. Got back to the city an hour earlier than anticipated.

Rolled over to 330 Ritch for the Upgrade party, Blue Jemz, Swayzee and Shane King were all djing. That shit was fun, even though some of the crowd was giving me shitty santa barbara flash backs. Bunch of homies came through so the flashbacks receded and Blue Jemz had a dope set. He got a shitload of girls dancing on stage trying to be famous for a night. After the club let out we rolled to some fucking house party were I ended up with a bottle of wine? Wine and I are not friends at all. Wine doesn't like me and I think she's a fucking bitchmade little pussy. But it was late and she was the only one arond so I fucked with her. Ended up walking down mission street following cops following trails of blood. That led to drinking budweiser at the Lazer Sword Fortress.

I woke up this morning just not really giving a fuck and constantly thinking of Bun B saying "you do what you can, I do what I feel" I think that's my motto right now. I've never been a fan of laws but at this point that shit means nothing to me. Laws and rules are for lames, I don't need them in my life.

here are some photos

Oh look at the pretty clouds!