(this was originally posted on ken consumer’s really wild blog encompassing all types of wild shit. go to the links page and hit it up. while you are at it, hit up the other links on deck as well!)
this was around 5:30AM in the vicinity of a month ago. the homies ken consumer, nathan and myself had a evening filled with narcotic and alcohol, although not together. we met up EARLY that morning to go to this squat bar thing called gift laden that we were at the night before where I found some raw meat (see below)
raw meat
we decided to go back to this spot because the inhabitants told us that the police were coming at 7AM the next morning to evict the squatters and they weren’t going out like that. we re-clickalate at crev:45 and walk to the spot which isn’t too far from the flat where ken and nathan were staying. we walk up on the scene and ken takes a picture of the large congregation of anarchists gathered around the place (over 100) and one immediately comes up to us and asks to see what ken just shot. ken showed him the footy and the dude was satisfied and let us kick it. I saw a man there whose eyes personified the meaning of “HIGH BEAMING” and there were people hanging out the window wearing black skimasks and shit. straight geraldo “on the crev reporting” for the people…
here’s my take on fashion week berlin. models actually look like that in real life, ya’ll. and you can holler.
1. monday-I don’t know what went down monday, I was still recuperating from fusion festival and it’s party communism lifestyle that past weekend. I stayed in the pad I was housesitting and did overdubs for trunk bomb beta with the sid station.
2. tuesday-still chilling, smoked lots of weed that day. no fashion….
3.wed-oh, that was fashion. reebok pump 20th anniversary party with a open bar till the sun rose and damn near no one inside. wool and krames killed it and I rapped over some hard dance shit. cobrasnake and revok of AWR/MSK fame were in town, free shit galore and I got got for my fave flannel. I wore it too much anyway…
4. thurs-mo’ fashion, mo’ fashion, mo’ fashion!! kangol party and tall boyz were in effect getting, looking and in my case (thanks rupert) smelling pissy. the homie skypager was n the mix, fools were drinking everything and pepjin was popping the gucci bandana off for all to see. jamie from stone’s throw was in the mix and parra and his gang had that bitch cracking. early morning at tausend and I saw my dream girl. again.
5. fri-too much fashion… diesel did it big, hearts revolution played and terry found no drugs. SO MANY HOT GIRLS!!!! it was literally too many tot he point where I looked bored and invented goofy dances with the beautiful homegirl on the dance floor and became even more beloved. robin from DGG killed the mix. wow…..
time to inject personality and even more of a sense of humor into this blog. I feel like I’m looking at a long re-run of “the not ready for prime time players” when I read this shit, so here’s me attempting to do what franchise players do and that is “once again” atlas this hoe. Starting 5 is me, waves gasol, low leaf odom, disrup fisher and mussck ariza with a rotating bench……
This shit is dope as fuck. They give Air Maxes a shout out, lift weights, get haircuts and dance like a bunch of good natured hood niggas would do. I want to hang out with these guys and their broads….
HOWEVER, I hope I never, ever, EVER run into these dudes anywhere on earth unless they want
to buy a track from me under a ghost name. They will have to pay me in ca$h and I’m meeting them in front of the police station for the exchange, not like that matters if you watch the surveillance footage, I mean videos……
