You say no to a bald lady, Wiz Khalifa can’t!

I’ve been thinking about moving the blog to either Tumblr or Blogspot, but I’m not sure yet. Could work out perfectly fine or not at all, like I got anything to risk.

Last night I was in Amsterdam. You probably think I was either smoking weed or seeing hoes. I wasn’t, I was just cruising around with some friends. We got bored of our own city so we made a trip to Amsterdam all off a sudden. We didn’t have a plan or whatever what we were gonna do, we just wanted to visit the KFC. Besides the KFC, we could go and check out some stores and see the hookers. The rest, we can do that in our own city as well.

We went to KFC first, after that we checked out some stores and then we made a small circle around the red light neighbourhood. We just wanted to say we’ve been there, but the moment we were about to leave the district we saw a young black male with a blonde stripe in his hair approaching. He was accompanied by a bald woman, and they both looked quite panicked. They walked up to us asking if we had a weedcard. They heard there was a new law where you had to be 18 and you got to be in the possession of a weedcard in order to buy weed. Well, they didn’t have a weedcard. We didn’t really realise who we were talking to until an older man came around the corner while shouting ‘EYY WIZ, AMBER! WE TRIPPY MANE! YOU SAY NO TO A WEEDCARD, JUICY J CAN’T!”

We then noticed we were talking to fucking Wiz Khalifa & Amber Rose, his wife. Our mind switched immediately, we had to supply them with weed, we had to. So we told them to follow us to the nearest shop. We waited at the front door when one guy stopped to ask Wiz and Juicy for an autograph, we spoke with the man. We told him ‘First you got to get him weed, then you’ll get your autograph’. That did it, we supplied Taylor Gang!

Wiz then gave us one million dollars as a gift so we could plant our own seeds, harvest our own plants! Fuck, I was dreaming! DAYM!


2Pacalypze now with my Detox as a good kid in a M.a.a.D city!

I’m back with some celebrity shit! Yeah that’s what y’all been on the look out for. I mean, my personal stories ain’t shit compared to what I make up. There we go bitches

Lately I’ve been hanging around with promoters, tour managers and all those people behind the screen. It’s way more interesting than talking to the artists themselves. All they say is “I love ma’ moms” “Money above hoes y’feel me?” “Fuck the fame, I want money man!”. Most of them aren’t that clever, they can write a whole track without a problem though talking is hard, strange.

There’s this one rapper though, he has everything. He’s muscled, extremely intelligent, raised in the hood, big money, fame and a huge reputation. It’s clear to me we’re talking about the headphones guy. You know, Dre. Beats by dre, remember? If you don’t know the man off of his tracks, just by his headphones, you suck. Dr Dre is besides Pac, the one with the biggest reputation without releasing any albums or whatever.

I was talking to Dre, just after he hung out with Ice-T for his new film. We spoke about the game, him during the production of a new track. He told me he’s fucking annoying to all rappers he records with, as he wants is to be beyond the stage where the rapper thinks it’s good. So one day, he was in the studio with Kendrick Lamar, recording ‘The Recipe’. Kendrick, known for his lyrical strength, wrote a verse in no time. He rapped, but Dre wasn’t satisfied, he wanted to get to know Lamar better first, he had to enter his mind. They went playing basketball together in Dre’s yard. They were just talking about their youth as they’re both from Compton. Kendrick showed his huge admiration for 2Pac, and Dre told a couple stories about Pac.

Pac once was performing in LA, the crowd went nuts. The adrenaline was pumping trough his body and it made Pac go crazy as well, one moment he suddenly sacked his pants and showed his ass to the whole crowd. The whole crowd froze and didn’t know what to do, so they just remained silent. Pac, still overdosed with adrenaline was still in the mood to party so he was shouting to the crowd. They didn’t react so Pac grabbed for his dick as he suddenly pulled out a Glock and fired 2 shots in the air. Everyone went crazy, though Pac made sure everyone was okay and down to party!

Could be true, right?

Gotta keep y’all warm like a hot dog!

What’s been up man? I’m trying to get a steady crowd if you know what I mean. I need to have people who keep checking the blog, follow the blog and share the blog. Tell it to your mates that you’ve found this awesome site. You could as well not give a fuck about what I’m saying and wait till I finish writing stories, that’s an option. Oh by the way, I’ll get to the celebrity thing next story again, this one turned out to be without a celebrity, weird.

Well yeah, I’ve had a blast this summer as I mentioned a few times. I wanted to zoom in a bit on the part where I was in France, one wild thing I experienced. We were at a campsite and made a lot of friends, we had a group of more than twenty young people which we hung out with. We could all get a long pretty well. You will always have those stand outs who just don’t fit in, but everyone was in the holiday mood. During the holiday, you hang out with people you would never even consider hanging out with at home. That’s the beautiful thing about going to campsites for me.

We, the whole group, did the same thing every day; Wake up at your parcel, either go to the swimming pool, ping pong table or the ‘hang-out’ spot with a few chairs and a table. That’s where we met, spoke and just relax. We didn’t do that much every day. Some days we got bored and had spontaneous plans: “Let’s climb the mountain guys!” “Why don’t we go for a hike” “Let’s go to the beach” “Shall we head over to the nearest village?”. Those things made it fun as well, the short trips as on the campsite wasn’t that much to do. The campsite was in the middle of nowhere, so if we wanted to go somewhere we had to make plans. There were no options of going out to a bar or so, as there weren’t any nearby.

One day we went over to a nearby city, a quite big one. We were with just the group, no parents. We were having a good evening on the beach. After a while I had to go for a piss and 2 other fellas accompanied me. We walked a while when we passed an empty bar. The bar was empty, though the lights were on, the music was on and it looked open. We walked in and sort of inspected the place, we opened the fridge; it was filled with alcohol. We didn’t want to get caught by police or something but we did want to have a good night. We took one bottle of wine, put it in a bag and rapped a plastic back around the top as we walked out totally innocent. We tried to remain our pokerfaces and ask at another restaurant if they could open the bottle, they could. We walked up to the rest of the group at the beach and showed them the bottle. They started laughing as they moved a little sand and pulled out about 10 bottles of booze. They told us fucking Brad Pitt walked by and gave them 500 bucks to have a good night with.

Well, I wasn’t dreaming this time. They were dreaming, that’s for sure.

Thats what I call going in Paris!

I’ve been on the low this period, had to recover from all the crazy things that happend during the past months. Specially the summer, though I’ll zoom in more on that later, I might.

Anyways, the thing that immediately pops in my mind is the meeting I had a few days ago. There were 2 artists, who are together in a so called ‘Bromance’, who travel around the whole world to sing about two black males in the capital city of France. Strange enough, every digs the song and the whole crowd goes nuts. I heard about the 2 and I went to see them. I pretend that it was easy to get these tickets while actually I had to go trough some rough times, including fighting with tigers, so yeah that’s what’s up!

I arrived in Arnhem, where the concert was in a big stadium which actually is the stadium of the worst soccer team off the dutch division., but that doesn’t matter that much. So I entered the stadium and waited for the show to start, which took 2 hours. No reception, no internet connection or whatever, 2 hours of staring around the massive stadium watching it getting filled by the minute. When the show finally started, both Kanye West and Jay-Z wore T-shirts with sayings on it, but the lights weren’t on, so no one could see what was on them. After half an hour of songs, suddenly all of the lights went on for 30 seconds and Ye & Jay stood there, next to each other. They stood still, so anyone could see the message on their shirts, I was shocked. Flabbergasted. On their shirts stood an invitation to me, to meet them afterwards, how awesome is that?

After the show a security guard approached me and signed me to follow him, so I did. We walked, and walked, and walked and then we arrived at a dressing room. Well, it was more off a house to me, but they called it a dressing room. I opened the door and there they were; Ye & Jay. We spoke for hours and I asked them about their song ‘Niggas in paris’, they both burst out laughing. Later they explained their inspiration come from Paris Hilton, they imagined doing naughty things to her, at the same time. So yeah, that would be, niggas in paris….

Later on we went to visit Paris Hilton, they handed me the camera and told me to record it all. They wanted to shoot a video clip of their track niggas in paris, if you know what I mean. Fuck, it was a dream, like always….