Lucky...
All skill, my friend. Like shootin fish in a barrell.
And if I'm not mistaken, you were one of the first ever recipients of D-Man's drunk-rep.
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Lucky...
LOL in regards to that girl, i was like "you know her?" and he says "yea man. No worries. She is crazy"
to which i respond
"they ALL are. Just to different degrees bruh"
Indeed.All skill, my friend. Like shootin fish in a barrell.
And if I'm not mistaken, you were one of the first ever recipients of D-Man's drunk-rep.
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My turn...
I anticipated a big night of drinking for a few reasons... first off, because anytime I know that IC isn't driving, he tends to have one (or five) too many scotches.
Finally, we arrive at the bar. Just as Norcal explained, and since I had never been there as well, I was surpised by the friendly atmosphere and how much scattered ass was in the building. So, I picked up my tongue and walked through the crowd to find IC and the Norcal.
We entered the band room and there they were... IC wearing a sport jacket in a room that had to be around 85 degrees,
and the Norcal with his 6-sizes-too-small t-shirt (but the guy's fuckin jacked, so who gives a shit.)
IC greets me with his traditional, big hug and offers the D-Man a shot of Jager, and I finally shake hands with the man they call the Norcal.
Seriously, whatever all of you see on this forum is a total sham... the guy is a 1,000% class-act.
I was finally given the opportunity to perform for the Norcal. My brother, being the singer of the band and doing his part to plug my upcoming band Liquid Courage, invited me on stage, handed me the mic, and I rocked out some Summer of 69 by Bryan Adams. The crowd gave a nice ovation and it seems that Norcal and IC were thoroughly entertained. I was blinded by the flashes of ICs camera while singing the song Im sure many of those pictures will be posted here soon.
The night continued, and while IC proceeded to get unbelievably sloshed off that motor oil that he was drinking, Norcal and I really hit it off.
He and I kept ourselves busy by scoping the room for chicks, and he witnessed me getting mauled by a girl I used to date. After being briefly molested, Norcal asked what the deal was with her and after I explained our history, he gave me the big thumbs up. I guess that was the Norcal stamp of poon-approval.
As I got off stage, Norcal was laughing his ass off. When I asked what was so funny, he replies, ICs so fuckin faded right now!! He couldnt have explained it better. ICs eyes looked as if he was chopping onions red, watery, and half-shut. He had a bewildered look on his face reminiscent of a person that looks like they were thrown into a circular-shaped room and ordered to pee in every corner. It was absolutely a classic moment.
So, the band finished and it was time to go home. I said my goodbyes and chalked up another great memory in the little peanut I call a brain. Regardless of my disappointment that X and Fizzy no-showed, I still had a great time and cant wait for it to happen again. I wish all of you couldve been there.
"like he was chopping onions"
that might be the best description of anything that has ever been described hahaha
nah guys, IC is a completely awesome drunk. Just slurs a tad, beyond that, nothing at all. he handles it VERY well, and is happy and cool as could be.
not yet. Ive had 8 hours of sleep and been in 6 different states since thursday. fucks sake, gimmie a damn break Monta Ellis
I drove through New York for about 10 minutes after leaving your place, before I found 287 south