rocked bells...

Once again I managed to ruin myself this weekend with the help of my good buddy Tony (YNOT?/ DGAF). Saturday, I hopped on BART to meet up with Tony and Brick then we cruised out to Mountain View for the Rock the Bells concert. Thanks to the homie Ben (ALWAYS HUSTLE) for hookin' it up with the ticket, and Brick for driving us out.

breakfast of champions.

We got to the show and had a little pregame with Bricks homie Brad before rolling in. While we were chillin' there was a guy outside in the grass trying to fly. I think he was trying to make a grand entrance. He never got up.

The picture isn't blurry...that's just our lives.

We walk in the show and it was streetwear/ baywear up the wazoo. I'm not going to Arab Parrot you with the details, but trust it was intense...

Evidently they weren't allowing professional style cameras, so they told me I had to check my camera in. I started to walk over to the check-in counter then just took off. I would've gotten away, but while I was waiting for the guys to catch up with me security caught up first:

security lady: hey didn't i tell you to check your bag in?
me: oh, me? i thought you were talking to those guys?
security lady: no no, i was talking to you too.

Oh well, no use crying of spilled milk. Tony has some flix here and here, so check his.

The show was dope pretty much a blur. I do remember Supernatural KILLING it, and Ghostface/ Raekwon shouting "yo what's up LA" numerous times.

Drained from the heat, many many beers, and little to no food we bounced. We got back to SF, and hit up a couple after parties then finally back to Tony's for some late night boozing with Sasha, Naeem, and my new favorite girl from Brooklyn Natalie.

Back on BART...scrapper scrapper...

Quick thanks to the homie Zack (COSBY), and my New York fam PEGLEG for the care packages this week.

the end.