Ill condense it cos i know most of my friends are partially retarded and have trouble grasping the Shakespearian like tales that I wind here.
Im in Vegas and it is a beast. Lots of working going on and lots of partying. Magic was dope, made a stupid ammount of contacts and inroads for Valyside aswell as making some good friends.
Heaps of gangsters at Magic though, like heeeappps. Streetwear is the new ghetto fad, so many latino / black / white gangster dudes just lurking around with gang tats and face tatts and shit. We were next to the Joker booth and near Famous and a bunch of other street labels. At one point Busta Rhymes, the Yin Yang twins and Soulja boi were all there with a stack of ghetto fans and cameras and shit, like 400 people and 3 cops just shitting themselves. I was the white dude in the corner.
this guy so doesnt score.
Ended up talking hip hop with this black dude i became hell bro's with. We did handshakes and talked about heaps of shit. I was so on the level. Pretty sure i can hip hop talk my way out of getting balled up here. Will try if the situation arises.
Hung out with a Cubano guy from Miami called Hugo. Dude sounded exactly like scarface. Best times
Partied at the Playboy club at the palms on the first night with Kurt. Place is retarded, soooo many hookers, it is acutally mind blowing. No i didnt.
Next night I hit up MGM grand with Dim Mak mates and scored a private booth and a bottle. Got totally wasted and ate breakfast at like 4am with kurt, caveman style, sitting in a diner grunting, laughing and throwing shit at eachother.
Hit Playboy again the next night with Seb and the crew, saw Classix and NASA play. Was dope. Experienced something i will never forget at the playboy club actually. I am here with Steve an Seb. Steve is a professional Motocross rider and all round nice dude. The sort of moto guy that has no tatts, heaps of dad jokes and a fiance. He's the moto guy you would take home to meet mum and dad. However, Steve has an alter ego. I have come to know this alter ego as Dave. Dave tends to arrive on the scene after about half a bottle of vodka. Anyways, Steve turned into Dave at the Playboy Club. Dude is poking me, giving me little punches, heaps of annoying gay shit, I wasnt very drunk so i was all like "Steve, chill man, stop touching me". I used this line a good 8-12 times in the space of 2 hours. Stevedave starts getting worse and worse the drunker he gets. Calling me heaps of gay shit and laughing, and eventually moves to pinching my cheeks and calling me babyface (I had shaved like an hour before and looked like a large child). I gave him a few more warnings and he didnt cease. So as he was drunkenly looking around the room with Sebs sunglasses on, i leaned in slowly, got nice and close and... BAM. The biggest face slap i have ever dealt. Dudes head pretty much bounced off the table, knocking the sunnies clear off his face. Think Rick James v s Charlie Murphy style.
Steve to this day maintains that he has no recollection of the above events. Hence his alter ego. Dave.
so much for short sentences.
Seb went to dinner with the owners of the Palms Hotel in Vegas and heaps of pro skaters and shit. I did not. Spewin
anyways, ended up VIP at Rain for the Famous party. Hung out with Jake brown again and his crew, really good dudes, free vodka, Jazzy Jeff on the decks. Rager.
Ended up hangin in vegas for a couple of days after magic. Got super loose, hit a strip club, partied till death.
Blackjack is better at taking my money than I am at taking its.
Got back into LA and hit the pool pretty much straight away. Weather is so good here. Saw some DJ kill it by the pool. Partied with the best looking girls i have ever seen. Unfortunately I am not rich.
Saw Ian Ziering again. Crazy shit. Feel like im on 90210 the early years.
Went for dinner last night and sat next to Tom Morello. FIrst time I have actually been star struck. I just sort of stood there with my mouth open staring at him while he ate. He didnt say shit but im pretty sure we had a connection. Made me want to go out on the street and set some shit on fire, free the oppressed, oppose political leaders etc. He was no shit wearing exactly this hat and shirt
Shared an elevator with Darren Hayes yesterday. Didnt recognise him but steve did from all the posters he has on his wall at home. Like this one.
Went to the Sneaktip birthday party in beverly hills. Scored so much free vodka since i have got here. Thanks belvedere. Watched kurt get super drunk. Best drunk dude ever. He hissed at some drunk girls at maccas.
Hung by the pool all day today and chilled out. Home soon, gunna enjoy this while i can.
We trashed the hotel room so badly last time we were at the Roosevelyt that this time round they have stopped giving us complimentary MM's. I miss them. They completed me.
Saw Hamish and Andy on the street last night filming their caravan of courage thing. Steve was smashed and talked to them, i talked to their tour manager. Guy was a fucking doosh.
Steve turned into Dave again and threw my cigarettes at some random dude by the pool last night. Good one.
Seb smokes more weed than god.
The sun is mightier than the scott.
So many jock dudes by the pool with ripped bodies and shit tattoos. Makes me want to throw a toaster in the water. Lots of fake football throwing going on and flexing looks into the distance.
I got nothing else to add to this.
remember,
last thing i need is some girl pissing in my hallway.
peace.
