Luke Sick writes:
1 black XXXL “Cold Goon Squadin’ On These Marks” (spraypaint stencil) shirt plucked from the Budget Inn parking lot by a random Chico citizen. If I ever go back to Chico and see that fool rocking it my life will be complete.
2 paranoid gurp girls (First Lady and Ersicka) running from Chico cops when they went back to look for said shirt with trunk drank in their hands. Sprintin’ thru alleys, duckin’ behind dumpsters to pound their drank and all that.
3 gurpos kicked out of the club for the yole: Oroville, Fatees, Ersicka (who said she was just making sure that Jeff wasn’t dying or something). Also 3 blunts toked by Mayor and yours true kiko and dun style which is what I’m blaming the dropping of the shirt on. Yes, I was wearing my tims.
4 gallons of Pabst thrown at TopR during his set. Highlight: Him and Conceit’s rendition of MIA’s Paper Planes, I love it when you guys spit venom on the subject of intolerable wackness, and I can’t front that beat and chorus are infectious.
5 toasted old men in Goon Squad shirts faking it to glory! “Goon Squad baby straight from the gurp/ hot shit here act like you heard!” Highlights: any verse that Conceit did and 6 Feet Deep’s rendition of their new song “Airtight.” Anybody notice that all those bangers were brand new G-Pek beats, welcome back to the Area Pek! It’s fuckin’ on at Le$$ Respect!
6 of the new Aye Jay could fit into the old Aye Jay. Way to go relly! You lookin’ healthy as fuck (a rare comment in Gurp City), I think all that hi-powered hash is working.
7 or so songs by Oroville started the night off in style. Regular bar patrons were stepping on to the dance floor to see what this bearded long-hair was all about and returned to the bar with the most confused looks on their faces. Overheard dick dude bartender to hot chick bartender exchange: “What do you call this?” “I have no idea but all these people really seem to fucking love it.” “They’re going fucking crazy.” “I know.” “Why?” “I don’t know.”
8 times Lord Facials kinda shocked me with his scratching. Did anybody else notice him kinda like totally killing it? I think he made a deal with the devil to get that Slick Rick interview and scratch excellence is like a fringe benefit.
9 drink tickets smuggled in by Loomis from the last time he was at Nick’s, which earns him 9 ballin’ on a budget points.
10 times I said to myself or someone else, “Fatees and his homeboy Jess are doing too much right now.” Whether it was the bottle of Jager they pounded with Topr on the car ride up, or Fatees pulling his pants down on the dance floor, these guys had the trophy sewed from the jump. Y’all some fools! We chain-ceremonied Fatees with a Goon Squad shirt that Fay took off just to totally contradict ourselves from a couple weeks agoâ€¦ but it didn’t mean shit!
Thuggy, whatever with your rave.
Erok, your girl’s sis, well, ONION.
Pek, thought you had it sewed up till you met the wrong people at the wrong time in the wrong bathroom, and ended up copping a couch cushion bedroll.
And to hell with those cornballs who tried to rap against me and steal my pipe and lighter in the kitchen at Emily’s after party, you didn’t get it though, did ya?
Conceit, we’re all glad you didn’t steal Fatees car and drive home, even though Thuggy totally deserted you, and Facials had to come in for the save, props to Fatees and Jess for the mo-mo bogart of all time forcing Ceit and Corey to sleep in the car and for stealing the front desk lady’s smoking chair.
Handsome was there, and one of TopR’s graff homies from up there got arrested for trying to fight some huge Samoan guy and ended up in Butte County. Gurp City sends their condolences, get some crumb cakes and pork rinds up on that kids books!
TopR man keeping leading the gurp fight, you sweaty, slobbery, fucking rhyme killing Moses! That 4 a.m. thesis on why “yummy, yummy, yummy, mc’s in my tummy” is wack was classic. Good work all around, y’all, and I love how the morning after debriefing at Coda CafÃ© has become kind of a tradition. Gurp On!