When I returned home from Vegas I was greated by a package from Adidas….

Big up to Shawn Fitz over at Adidas for coming through and making sure I was the first person (other than Sheed) to have this jersey!

“The Dirty 30″

While yall are waiting for tip off, I will be running this! Thanks again Adidas and S. Fitz for the love!!!!!

“Only Built 4 Cuban Linx…” was the entry door into the Hip-Hop lifestyle I will live for the rest of my life. I purchased the “purple tape” back when I was a “snot nose” kid and I admit, I really didn’t understand exactly how serious it was until I was older and more mature. To this day, I still say it’s the best ten or so dollars I ever spent.

The second coming is here, and it felt so great to reach for it as it sat on the shelf. I embraced every second. Like most, I heard the leak, and yes, it has a few tracks that I’d rather hear on a different project besides one as serious as this. That being said, “The Chef” deserves praise for giving us all another taste of an old recipe, with a modern twist that will keep its flavor for years to come.

I love building with my big brother Danny Boy of La Coka Nostra / House of Pain. His life experiences are enough to fill a series of books. It’s amazing to hear the stories of people he has met and built relationships with, a lot of them before they went on to become successful in whatever field they are in.

I rub elbows with people like Danny Boy while DB is riding his motorcycle around Los Angeles with Steve Jones of the fuckin Sex Pistols!! Amazing. While brands are soaking up inspiration and influence from bands like the Sex Pistols, Danny Boy is actually down with these dudes. Also in the photo below is Richard Stark the founder of the luxury brand Chrome Hearts. Bape just did a tee with C.H. — again, while Danny is eating ice cream with the owner at Steve Jones birthday party!

Better than fiction.

Steve Jones of the Sex Pistols, Richard Stark / owner of Chrome Hearts & Danny Boy

Nike put together a very cool dinner party for their top retailers which included the incomparable and legendary DJ Premier providing the tunes. On a sad note, Premo was supposed to be joined by the late great DJ AM for this event and wore a tee shirt which featured a photo of them together in his honor.

It was amazing to finally see Premo doing his thing live and meeting him was a real highlight.

Great music, atmosphere and food (ok… the food was a little weird). Thanks Nike

Chedda and Ian of Expressions

w DJ Premier

Lebron 7 preview

Before the first day of the Magic / Project / Capsule run in Vegas, I charged the ol’ battery with my good friend Rick Williams co-owner of the Burn Rubber Sneaker Boutique that runs the “Motor City”. I learned a few things that morning.

1. Rick knows what is “ill” and what is not “ill” the same way I know when Chedda is violently drunk (meaning ready to beat an innocent bystander’s face open in the club because he could of sworn he was eyeing him from the DJ booth. He was the DJ and was just trying to play records Chedd.)

2. He like grape jelly on his eggs.

3. As being a prescription eyeglass wearer myself on the constant hunt for the flyest frames, Rick was one step ahead of me with the Fragment designed Uniform Experiment frames. Fucking dope.

4. Detroit dudes don’t ever travel alone. Shouts to Ro Spit and the goons… “BA got caught with….?”

Side note: be careful when your in Pontiac, Michigan. Nuff said.

Las Vegas…. Sin City. The city that takes more out of people than what people take out of it. This week I watched this city, this beast, transform one of the straightest people I know into an alter ego of himself.

WARNING: If you are a Frank The Butcher fan, and want to remember him as he was please do not go any further.

This sign should read “Enter if you dare”

We went for steak at Envy Steakhouse…. Frank demanded he kill and cook his own. This is the after math. “Food check Homey!”

A bottle to the dome!

Things got so bad that he said “I am going to grab a beer from my homeland”, and came back with this

Butcher mean mugging… Ready to set it off. I never thought I would see him be “that guy” to start trouble…. Blame it on the alcohol? No blame it on Vegas.

The homies from La Coka strike again.