Almost Famous

A long days hoochin,
Ben and I hit the mexi-bar with a cat we ran into on the street.
Dude just got back from Cougar hot springs trippin ballz for two days, and he sells Ben some 2-ci.
He's flying in no time.

All of a sudden -
Mike's friend takes us to the Tech Nine show and gets us in the back with his press pass.

Apeshit!

A bunch of scandalous hip-hop hussies in lingerie file past us as "Imma-playa" gets going. A few dudes in the mix too, so, what the hell - I blended in with the Fluffers and Homies and hit the stage.

Yow!
It was glorious - there I was on stage with my boy Tech Nine, groovin down with his small legion of floozies in front of a rabid crowd of hundreds.
I knew, then, that it would be a defining moment in my saga, raising the bar on what's cool-as-fuck a few notches.
Imma-playa imma-playa...imma-playa

Yeah, the song blows,
and someone on security sensed my true feelings -
when the song ended
big-guy pulls me and some other stinking white poser
back to our rightful place -

standing around like schmucks in the press cage.

It was all very insulting and,
after a few attempts to infiltrate the fabled "Backstage",
we got out of there and kept on a-hoochin.

The rest is a blur -
maybe we ate burgers that night,
pizza...perhaps.

This morning we went outside of town a bit to Steelhead falls.
Pretty, nice, etc.