Maybe you folks heard about this already, but PUFF DIDDY, The King of all Jigs is still throwing parties that people are dying to get into.
From my days as a student at City College when DIDDY still rocked with fellow Mt.Vernonite, HEAVY DEE, and jigs stampeded a gymnasium… killing eight people.
…to the wild weeknights at DADDY’s HOUSE in Red Zone — hey PAC? Who shot ya?!? —
downtown to the rambunctious Tunnel Disco…
…and back uptown to Club New York for the infamous SHYNE shoot-out featuring J-ELLE.
The overwhelmingly consistent thread through all of these milestones is the level of Jig madness prior to the night’s conclusion, including several miles worth of blond hairweave, Gucci print leather on places that normally don’t receive it, furry dead animal sweatsuits and of course, gunshot wounds.