villians and (would-be) thieves.
So last night after Rollie completely killed the room @ the Silver Dollar, and after the Hylozoists took my ears to the fucking cleaners...we (Rollie, Weez-L, Rob & Shae) went outside to have a smoke and disperse to other shows...
The Silver Dollar is on one sketchy corner. There's a men's hostel next door a 24-3 afterhours in the basement and a no-star hotel on top of it. Not a fun corner. We're standing outside and we hear this car screech to a halt and I see this crackhead walking against traffic screaming about something, as cars swerve around him. He knows the OTHER sketchcase huddling in front of the club, so he comes over, whispers to his friend, and they start circling us.
Lets call these 2 Carsketch (traffic destroyer) and ...Cracksketch (also cracked out).
Carsketch, to Weez-l: YOU KNOW LIL'WAYNE? YOU KNOW LIL'WAAAAYYYYNE??!!!!MUTHAFUCKA??!!
Weez: Like Cash Money? I know that Lil'Wayne....
Carsketch: YOU GOT CASH MONEY MOTHAFUCKA?!! LIL'WAYNE OWES ME CASH MONEY, BIIIITCH!!
Weez: uh...I gotta go.
Carsketch: COME OVER HEEEREES. I GOTTA SHOW YOU SOMETHIN. COME WITH MEEEEE.
Weez: no, walkin.
C: commee oooonnn guyyyy...walk with meee.
-->Meanwhile, Cracksketch has smelled our joint, and comes over:
Crack: YO YOU GOT WWWWEEEEDDD???!!
Rob, who has the joint: uh...no.
Crackhead; yeah yeah you do...GIMMEE THAT.
HE GRABS the joint from rob, which was only really a big roach to begin with, and puts it in his mouth and takes a HUGE drag...from the lit side.
He kinda yelps and as he spits it out, I can see he's burned his lips pretty badly, he's bleeding and spits the hot ashes into his hand, which are now burning his hand, but he's whining and bleeding and....ugh, it was sick.
Meanwhile, Carsketch has cornered Weez and Rollie, STILL screaming about Cash Money, and we realize there's gonna be trouble. So we roll up to him and kinda show our power in numbers without really saying much, and Gareth (who, praise jebus, was driving us to another show) flicks his lighter to get the attention of a cop car sitting up the street...the cop drives up, and the bleeding, whimpering cracksketch yells "COPS" and literally BOLTS up the street...leaving 5 of us and one of carsketch, still trying to yell at Weez, and now Gareth about "CASH MONEY. LIL'WAYNE OWES ME CASHHHH MONEEEYYYY"...
the cop gets out, drags him to the sidewalk, we jump in the car, lock the doors, and speed off. About a block away, when we all can breathe again, we BURST out laughing.
Fucking Toronto. this place breeds wackness.
Without going into too many details, we ended up at The Opera House for the Def Jux show - Aesop Rock, Mr. Lif & El-P OWNED. Nuff said.
Vancouver, tomorrow. Excited, completely.
The Silver Dollar is on one sketchy corner. There's a men's hostel next door a 24-3 afterhours in the basement and a no-star hotel on top of it. Not a fun corner. We're standing outside and we hear this car screech to a halt and I see this crackhead walking against traffic screaming about something, as cars swerve around him. He knows the OTHER sketchcase huddling in front of the club, so he comes over, whispers to his friend, and they start circling us.
Lets call these 2 Carsketch (traffic destroyer) and ...Cracksketch (also cracked out).
Carsketch, to Weez-l: YOU KNOW LIL'WAYNE? YOU KNOW LIL'WAAAAYYYYNE??!!!!MUTHAFUCKA??!!
Weez: Like Cash Money? I know that Lil'Wayne....
Carsketch: YOU GOT CASH MONEY MOTHAFUCKA?!! LIL'WAYNE OWES ME CASH MONEY, BIIIITCH!!
Weez: uh...I gotta go.
Carsketch: COME OVER HEEEREES. I GOTTA SHOW YOU SOMETHIN. COME WITH MEEEEE.
Weez: no, walkin.
C: commee oooonnn guyyyy...walk with meee.
-->Meanwhile, Cracksketch has smelled our joint, and comes over:
Crack: YO YOU GOT WWWWEEEEDDD???!!
Rob, who has the joint: uh...no.
Crackhead; yeah yeah you do...GIMMEE THAT.
HE GRABS the joint from rob, which was only really a big roach to begin with, and puts it in his mouth and takes a HUGE drag...from the lit side.
He kinda yelps and as he spits it out, I can see he's burned his lips pretty badly, he's bleeding and spits the hot ashes into his hand, which are now burning his hand, but he's whining and bleeding and....ugh, it was sick.
Meanwhile, Carsketch has cornered Weez and Rollie, STILL screaming about Cash Money, and we realize there's gonna be trouble. So we roll up to him and kinda show our power in numbers without really saying much, and Gareth (who, praise jebus, was driving us to another show) flicks his lighter to get the attention of a cop car sitting up the street...the cop drives up, and the bleeding, whimpering cracksketch yells "COPS" and literally BOLTS up the street...leaving 5 of us and one of carsketch, still trying to yell at Weez, and now Gareth about "CASH MONEY. LIL'WAYNE OWES ME CASHHHH MONEEEYYYY"...
the cop gets out, drags him to the sidewalk, we jump in the car, lock the doors, and speed off. About a block away, when we all can breathe again, we BURST out laughing.
Fucking Toronto. this place breeds wackness.
Without going into too many details, we ended up at The Opera House for the Def Jux show - Aesop Rock, Mr. Lif & El-P OWNED. Nuff said.
Vancouver, tomorrow. Excited, completely.
posted by Eli at 1:22 PM
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You got to see Lif?? FUCK. I am the most jealous person on earth right now.
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