Where were we? Ahh…right…
I decided I had to take a little break from all the madness that’s been surrounding the biz, so I spent about 500 bucks on 10 gallons of gas, and drove my ass down to beautiful San Diego for the weekend. You know…that city down by the Mexicali border? The one that was discovered by the Germans in 1904 and named after a whale’s vagina? Anyway, I had a great time as usual. The weather’s always perfect, the people are always friendly, and the alcohol always seems to soak straight into the brain.
I got there Saturday afternoon, had a bite to eat, and spent the night roving the streets of Gaslamp. We hit up a few parties, but the best part of the night was that I finally got to ride one of those bicycle cabs (I just always wanted to ride one for some reason). Well, this is how that happened…
So the night was over and the entourage decided to head to a little after party, which wasn’t TOO far away from where we were. Well, as we were all walking to the cars, I absolutely had to stop and take a leak by a mail box on the corner of 6th Ave and C St. Me and my homie who waited for me, fell about a block behind the group, and the group had split into two directions toward each car. Two went one way and 5 went the other.
Utilizing what logical sense we still had left in our soused minds, we decided that it’d be smarter to follow the smaller group (obviously to be able to fit in the car). So we promptly gave chase, but when we turned the corner, they were out of sight. We went baaack on fooorth with them on the phone for a good 5 minutes, explaining directions to eachother, so we can get picked up…but we finally just gave up, grabbed a couple burritos from 7Eleven, and decided to walk.
Well, we start walking and realize that we actually have quite a ways to go (our destination was near the Marriott, easily over a mile away). Then my homie says to me, “Ay, those bicycle cabs are only like 5 bucks a head.” I reply, ” That’s It?! Ok, I’m drunk, tired, and I wanna enjoy my burrito…FUCK walking!” So we flagged one down, hopped on, and off we were…my drunk ass in my crummy ass wife beater, holding a 7Eleven burrito in one hand, and snappin’ photos with the other… HAHAHA! I wish I could’ve seen myself…
We ended up paying this bastard 30 fuckin dollars…and then he tried to tell us it was a 20 dollar discount. MY ASS…but whatever, can’t knock the hustle. Fuck bicycle cabs. Haha. Anyhow…the rest of the weekend was chill…mostly spent recovering. 
Before I finish up here, I do wanna announce that SANZ PAREIL will be attending and repping at CONCRETE PROJECT’S CD RELEASE PARTY, on AUGUST 8TH, at CANES in MISSION BEACH, San Diego. If you don’t know Concrete Project by now, they are a live hip hop band with a funky twist and a touch of soul. It’s nothing but that “G DOUBLE-O D, FEEL GOOD MUSIC”, so if you’re in the area, bring your asses out and come show some love!!! And you already know how the fuck I do…I’ll be giving away free shirts, so come get yours!!!
Peace, “BK”
