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Marshall just made me go see Ghostface Killa. He is a member of the Wu-Tang Clan.
I wore a hoodie to blend in. I did.
I bought Pure Blonde to drink to blend in. I did.
"That beat is phat", "Yo, tha' shit ain't right!" and "Let's fuck shit up!" were all phrases dropped by me to fit in. I did.
I head bopped to the shit DJ sets between the shit support to fit in. I did.
Despite the massive amount of marijuana being smoked around me I tried to not fall asleep. I didn't.
When Ghostface finally came on stage about 11:30pm I tried to hype myself up by doing the Wu-Tang hands. I did.
I was assaulted by a whole lot of noise, a lot of treble on the microphones, a lot of bass on the turnies, a huge black man running around on stage singing about 3 bitches and a whole lot of motherfuckers, and tried to enjoy my first ever hip-hop show. I did.
On the way home Marshall asked if I liked it, and when I said "Yes!" he wondered if I'd told the truth. I did.
I wore a hoodie to blend in. I did.
I bought Pure Blonde to drink to blend in. I did.
"That beat is phat", "Yo, tha' shit ain't right!" and "Let's fuck shit up!" were all phrases dropped by me to fit in. I did.
I head bopped to the shit DJ sets between the shit support to fit in. I did.
Despite the massive amount of marijuana being smoked around me I tried to not fall asleep. I didn't.
When Ghostface finally came on stage about 11:30pm I tried to hype myself up by doing the Wu-Tang hands. I did.
I was assaulted by a whole lot of noise, a lot of treble on the microphones, a lot of bass on the turnies, a huge black man running around on stage singing about 3 bitches and a whole lot of motherfuckers, and tried to enjoy my first ever hip-hop show. I did.
On the way home Marshall asked if I liked it, and when I said "Yes!" he wondered if I'd told the truth. I did.