you fake cats done it heard it first on how I shitted on your turf

Last night was Ghostface Killah at Sound Academy. I have walked on the CN Tower and survived a hip hop show without getting in a fight, it is safe to say that my balls are bigger. Recanize.

We came we saw we ghetto now. I Made that up sometime ago, no idea, but anyway, it’s an apt caption.

Nutmeg has been my jam for longer than you’ve been reading my blog. Actually, TBH, I started listening to Ghostface just around the time I started this retarded bulletin board. Anyway, the show was increds. I got on stage, just casually walked right on up which makes me realize I could have been standing on stage all this goddamn time at sound academy when I’m back/side-stage for bands I want to stalk/fanatic/groupie, what an idiot I am. Half of it is allowance and the other half is audacity, if you hesitate then security has a chance to consider it like maybe you’re not supposed to be back there going through their rider.

Even Raekwon showed up.

It was bananas.

At one point he said I’ma give you the same energy you give me which is a definite warranted commentary on the Toronto audience as we are known for our narcolepsy during big act performances. Not me personally I am a dance machine. Everyone was too baked I bet. Very well-mannered crowd though.

Wu Tang clan aint nuthing ta fuck wit.

Another backstage vantage point, I try not to make eye contact until I am really loaded. They all rubberneck you trying to figure out who or what you are, why you are there. Because I am planet awesome.

It was amazing to stand and dance up here and one of the hoochie girlfriends of one of these guys, maybe Raekwon’s? hugged me and said she had to pee so bad and I was like girl, this is the moment, you cannot leave now. I had to piss bad too but I was ON STAGE WITH GHOSTFACE KILLAH. I sucked my bladder in to the periphery of my mind and was as street as possible because flanking each side of me were the hardcorest thuggiest (but like big teddy bears nice?) of bros, I was like, thank god I am wearing all my bling tonight. Foresight baby. I almost got my card in Ghosty’s hand but his woman was.not.feeing.me so it wasn’t worth it, I backed off. I looked like a smarmy twat anyway.

Red shirt had a crush on me I think. Just let me think that.

That’s Prince Killah, I patted him on the back (so softly he barely noticed) but it was one of those things where bros are like ya nice lyrical freestylings turn at the mic guy, pat pat, just puttin’ you on notice that I noticed.

More footage and shots and whatever on Alicia and Teacher’s respective capturing devices. They did a good supreme clientele medley and Cherchez la Ghost my fav. I don’t know any other records but doesn’t matter it was all good live.

It’s my goal in life to see every idol of mine or meet them, so far I am doing pretty good. Just as long as they don’t die before I get a chance at them. Speaking of, Old Dirty Bastard’s son was there too!

This shirt is so small and tight it’s elasticity is being tested to the limit, it’s a shiny shirt and so not the intention of it I bet. I was dressed like Little Italy last night, tight tank and suspenders.

Pose girl child or face possible stupidity in the bg there.

We were like the only VIPs ‘cept for a few other dudes up there, a corporate function was happening up where the VIP area is and they were not stoked about a rap concert blaha. Idiots. Don’t book a corporate event on a Friday night, that’s selfish.

Ok these are what I uploaded at like 3 or something. The aftermath of the show was bullshit, no cabs, ghost town. I screamed at beck 4 times, separate calls I did. They were refusing to send more cabs, and i have 1. never heard that before and 2. that has never happened at SA before. I don’t want to make it a thing (do) but we had to go to the Distillery for a cab in subzero temperatures and I burnt my hand on a heating lamp when I was holding my hands up eavesdropping on the worst drunken convo ever, Teacher patted me on the back like, it’s almost over chum we’ve almost made it and SIZZLE. Beehive burnt imprint on my palm. Another cool story from your home girl.

Burlington time!