All my friends were Pac guys, my pops, the New Yorker (born in Detroit but raised in the Bronx) would pick me up from school in 6th/7th grade bumping Biggie. Dude walked into my school during lunchtime in a BIG trench coat, pulled out like 2gz in cash and laid a hundo on me and bounced. Whole school was talking saying my dad was in the Mafia. Miss that fukkin guy.
Jerky, I saw GNR on St. Patrick’s Day at the old Boston Garden in 93. Hell of a show! Bipolar Axle left the stage and threatened to stop playing. Thankfully he came back out and kicked ass!
Jerky, I saw GNR on St. Patrick’s Day at the old Boston Garden in 93. Hell of a show! Bipolar Axle left the stage and threatened to stop playing. Thankfully he came back out and kicked ass!