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Friday night was the Lil’ Kim concert that I’d been waiting for. It was at the Paradise Theater in the Bronx.

It was definitely a trek, and I kept thinking “Are we there yet? Are we there yet?” Baby was getting impatient.

But we got there, and I was totally blown away. The crowd there was—and I don’t use this word very often—fabulous. Everyone was decked out and beautiful and totally excited.

The venue itself was absolutely beautiful.

I’m not going to lie, I was on shrooms. (I had some leftover in my fridge, so I thought, why not?) I couldn’t stop looking up at the ceilings because they were so ornate. And the tracers were a nice touch. I think all the photos I took were of the ceilings and walls of the Paradise Theater. It was such a trip. Definitely one of the nicest venues I’ve ever been to. I felt like I was in a Baroque wet dream.

Kim had a live band that was a nice touch. She played her classics and some new stuff. (I wish she would’ve played her newest track “Keys to the City” because I love that song.) She started off her set with “Queen Bitch”, and I instantly became that person that’s rapping along with Kim. Actually, that was everyone in the crowd. Everyone was excited.

There wasn’t any Nicki Minaj blasting except for a verse or two from her song “Black Friday”. That was good because I wasn’t interested in hearing any beef.

Love was in the air. Thick.

Eventually Kim started bringing out her special guests that kept being advertised. She brought out Drita D’avanzo, who is from that show “Mob Wives”. (She’s my favorite mob wife on the show.) Drita rapped Kim’s part from “All about the Benjamins”, and she did a good job! I was happy to see Drita in person.


And THEN, the real shit happened. I’m still tripping and tripping out, you see. And Eve comes out and Ben and I flip out. She starts doing her verse from the “Hot Boys” remix and a verse from another song of hers.

AND THEN AND THEN AND THEN Missy Elliott comes out on stage, too, and the crowd went INSANE. ABSOLUTELY INSANE. Ben and I flipped out for real.


Ben had kept saying to me in the couple days leading up to the concert, “I wonder if Missy’s going to be there…” But I put down that idea with stuff like “Yeah right…” and “I wish”. But then she did!

Missy and Kim are my favorite rappers, two visionaries, and it meant so much to me to see them onstage.

Here’s a photo I found from that night of Eve and Missy and Kim AND Pepa:

They all look beautiful.

One of the best concerts I’ve ever been to. I left feeling very grateful and still feel happy I got to experience that.

Rap royalty plus a nice balance of shrooms.

Heaven.

xo
craig

PS
I bought a concert shirt, too. I never buy those!

PPS
Kim’s hair is so BIG. I love it.

This morning I woke up to a long text message from my friend Andrea G., and I sorta think every morning should start off this way.

It's a "rap" she wrote:

I cry leaves of black trees
tracing dope memories of Jasper the cat flyin' high
in the 114 coterie cold wind
and ghost sees to spark + ashes
phoenix rise to a sun rise
makin dough with our lives
taken days w surprise
take heart these
eight more lives

To which I responded:

(I had to write it out first.)

In other news, what I thought were gunshots—I live in a depressed neighborhood—these past few weeks has actually turned out to be fireworks:

I can't believe there's been a party going on and I've had my back turned.

Story of my life.

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It turns out that my phone wasn't REALLY lost—it just got left at the AT&T store. So, we had to swing by that store at 9AM before heading to the airport.

This was what the inside of my carry-on bag looked like:

The whole way to the airport I kept thinking not about how much I'd miss my family and Houston but about what makes people shitty. I mean, what makes people so shitty?

I know that I'm not the best person in the world. I've done my share of shitty things (e.g. cracking up at my friend's funeral, that one time I masturbated, the time I told my older sister I hope she dies while giving birth), but I know I'm not a shitty person. Some people just seem like they'll never change—and that's so weird to me! That basically means that someone can go through their entire life not really LEARNING anything.

I mean, yeah, you can learn a new fact or come to know something.
But it seems like some people can be the same person most of their life.
They'll never realize their faults and try to work on them.

But maybe they DO realize their faults but they ignore them…
(Where is this coming from? I have no idea. I'm not even referring to any one person/incident either.)

I hung out with Ben J. in Queens last night before going down to Williamsburg to meet up with Max and Sarah and Meredith S. (my very, very good friend who just moved here on Monday) and this guy Drew Bagels. (We went to the Levee, of course.) Ben asked me if I'd ever seen "Teen Witch".

I haven't.

And then he showed me this scene from the movie:

It's so wiggedy wack.
Wiggity whack.

By the time I left the Levee, I was a bit (really) drunk. 
Meredith was going to drive me home, but I didn't know how to get home from where we were. (I don't know the streets too well; I only know the subways. Underground. Subterranean.) And I didn't know how to get to Max and Sarah's place either. (They, including Drew Bagels, had left in a cab.) So, I just had Meredith drop me off at the G train stop kinda near the bar.

But the G train is effed right now during late nights.

And I was pretty drunk and didn't want to bother with trying to find alternate routes to get home.
So, I just went to Ben J.'s again and stayed the night with him.

Here's a photo I took of myself around 4somethingAM on the G train:

4AM

I looked gnarly.
(Didn't that word used to mean 'cool' back in the day? Maybe I just thought wrong.)

And HERE are the shoes I'm currently waiting to arrive in the mail:

Let's hope I can pull them off.

I've missed you, pals. This past week has been too easy.

xo
craig-hunter

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I'd never heard of Nas.
But this was brought to my attention this evening.

I've been reading a lot of blogs/forum posts about it.

I don't really feel like making any statements about this on my blog.
But if you know me, then you probably know what I'd say about this.
(You probably don't know what I'd say about this.)

I feel it deserves to be looked at (REALLY looked at), though.
I don't think most people are doing that.

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Vindictive
The Slits

Also, I have this photo on my computer of another Etsy seller when she was young, but I forget who it is. Any ideas?

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