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It hasn’t stopped for me in over twenty years. Yeah, I’m starting to show some rust, but I’m still hanging out there with some of the all-time greats and the young, up and coming players.

I was originally slated to be at a staff meeting for this internet radio station. The only problem with that maneuver is that they never took me seriously enough to put a real deal in front of me. The kid needs new sneakers once a month and I still gotta keep the lights on and the roof over my head. Maybe another offer will come to my inbox. But in the meantime and in between time I will be getting it in.

My first stop was to scope out this joint being thrown by VitaminWater. The main reason was for me to get like a palette of free VitaminWater for the crib. That shit tastes like diluted Kool-Aid but I don’t care when its free. The VitaminWater joint was on some exclusy, velvet rope type shit. These be some of the corniest parties in NYC. Too many stargazers trying to eyefuck actual celebrities. No RSVP status for the internets celebrities. I kept it moving.

The next spot was the Antenna x Mighty Healthy party. Folks was getting it in early at this spot. By the time I got there people were already into their second round of drinks. That’s never a problem for me though since I automatically double fist [ll]. The obama was an off-brand name vodka which made a decent Cranberry mix, but an even tastier screwdriver. That would be my drink for the rest of the night. My Twitter frenemy ERICKA MITTS was up in that piece along with XXL’s CARL CHERY. My surprise internets homey for the night was this dude Sublicon who won the DP.com NFL football pool this past year.

The Antenna mag party was cool as shit but everyone there at that moment knew that the real popoff was the Complex magazine joint on Spring Street. Let’s just say it was understood that if you wanted to be a winner that evening you had to have your face up in there. You all know that DP is a winner and one of the most triumphant boozehounds of our generation. I had a couple more rounds of free vodka on Antenna’s dime before I swooped down to Spring Street where the Complex party was at.

Oh shit! The line outside of the Complex party was brawlick. Madd fools was standing around in that silent pose hoping to get chose by the chicks holding the clipboards. I walked up to the front of the ropes. This is the quick way to play yourself out of position. If you get shut down by the gatekeepers it happens in full view of all the other folks trying to get in. Good for me that I have friends with pull. Complex mag’s JOE LA PUMA zooped me in the spot with no delay. It was on like popcorn.

ONSmash’s Hoffa, LowkeyUHTN, Consequence, 88Keys, Mighty Casey, Che Guerilla, Hobbs, the Rosenthal brothers plus madd P.R. firm chicks and free Svedka vodka. It was disgusting. Drinks were being spilled, people were dancing on the couches and the best part was when KanYe’s ‘Flashing Lights’ blared from the speakers JOE LA PUMA held his Air Yeezy’s high in the sky. Complex parties are typically splashy anyhoo, this joint was particularly bananas. I can’t say why but it was just wildly energetic and festive.

Shouts to Mighty Casey and JASON ‘Che Guerilla’ NEGRON for knowing the key to hanging out is not being the last ones left in the party. After an hour or two we boogied out of the Complex joint and motivated back up to the Mighty healthy party for their 2nd Half. The bar was reopened at 12mid and the free vodka was still in effect. The second half of the Mighty Healthy shindig went up into outerspace like the Complex party was.

JUJU from the Beatnuts was getting literally lowdown for his. Sonn was dipped in ‘Lo from his head down to his toes. MICHAEL RAPPAPORT even made a cameo. My PU~ of the evening was in not politicking with RAPPAPORT especially since I heard he was producing a television series that needed writers. Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-a-alcohol. Mighty Healthy’s spokesmodel 40Diesel had the VIP area locked down. He and I left the Mighty Healthy bash when the obama was declared a wrap at about 2am. We know well enough to let the kids with no jobs stick around until last call.

Plus the best part of any wild obama night is the Gray’s Papaya as the closeout.

shouts to my boy SERG on the camera and his wifey status DANIELLE

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