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If I had come to Sundance ten years ago there’s a good chance that I would have been caught up in the matrix of the scene here. Constantly walking past celebrities and getting free shit is as intoxicating as drugs. Add drugs to the mix (as I prah’lee would have) and you set yourself up to being the ‘dude’. My focus and my grizzly right now is almost supernatural and I scramble to make up for a lost lifetime up to this point. Well not lost so much as wasted by being wasted.

The young lady that was sent by the company that funded the ‘Internets Celebrity’ junket is a nice girl. She lives in Los Angeles and she has worked in television and movies production. She’s a good kid and she has helped us move around here with relative ease considering the fact that we don’t have festival credentials. It’s mostly me and RAFI spitting game at whoever will listen as we politic our way around the place. Everybody up here is hustling for real. COMBAT JACK would have fun here because he can connect with everybody on some shit and his memory is wild sharp. Hustling someone or something is the name of the game on this side and that’s why DAME DASH and DIDDY are up in this piece.

Getting back to our young production assistant… Last night found RAF and me inside a premiere party for a flick called ‘The Good Life’. The P.A. used her connects to get us in the venue with no waiting. That’s a good look since everybody is lined up along the sidewalk in the d’brickashaw cold. By the way, Utah is on some cold shit that you wouldn’t believe. Cold for no gotdamn reason. Inside the party it was like how the record industry USED to be when they balled out. Catered food and waitresses walking around with cocktails just handing them out. Premium vodka cocktails too. Hollywood won’t never change. It’s in their blood to deep. Even at an independent film festival shit is excessive. Ten years ago I might have spazzed out. Not this time, not this year.

By the end of the night our production assistant was knocked out on the bathroom floor and I was busy loading up music tracks through my FTP client to post on this site tomorrow. I can remember many a night that I was on the bathroom floor myself. Homegirl will be fine, but I can see how Hollywood can fuck your head the fuck up with all of this extra shit. Thank GOD I made it up to this point. I pray that GOD keeps me standing on my feet from here on in. Hollywood is a fun place to visit, but I’d never survive if I had to live there.