
I’m just now starting to remember what the hell was happening at the Bring Your Own Blogger BBQ. Lack of sleep, copious amounts of alcohol and, erm, yeah have contributed to my recollection inability.
From looking at the pictures though it seems that folks enjoyed themselves. And more importantly, it looks like I enjoyed my own damn self [ll]. Wouldn’t it have been ridiculous to spend all my money and not have had a good time?
Good times, good times…
Shouts to the Flawless Hustle homie GABEROCKKA (who shall heretoafter be referred to as GABE SB) and his boy Forest Beats for holding the lens and a modicum of sobriety.

The crew, RAFI KAM. DP, GABE SB and Forest

That’s me surrounded by pretty little smellgoodes. Can you say ‘Win nah’?



General Steele! BCC is in the hizzzouse!

Superstar GABE SB

Che Grand x GABE SB x GABE’s lady KATE (rawwwwrrr!)

Someone here has clearly had too much Arnold Palmer on HGH.

I think I might have been singing ‘Lean On Me’. [ll].

No one was fuxing with my R.L. cabana boy shirt.

Forest, GABE SB, Dre and his shorty.
In the future, if I tell you that I am planning an event, big or small, make sure you are up in that piece. So at least you can remind me what the fux happened.