You asked for a big long blog, so I'm gonna whip one out on ya!
Athens gets my seal of approval. It was the least packed show of the tour, so far, but they had a whole lot of heart and it was still more people there than at yer bf's rap shows. The home of REM and The B-52's, this city is a funky little college town where people all over migrate to for some reason. We started our Athens experience by getting lost trying to find the venue…No prob…We found it after driving around for a half hour. I had a weird hunch that it was gonna be a good night for Lucky!
The Atmos band and I huddled in front of the bus and traded some laughs and stories and smoked some cigs while we waited for Randy to bring us the room keys. It was southern HOT with that familar taste of humidity in the air. Mmmmm Hmmmm, yummy. I know this taste well. I used to spend summers down south when I was a young boy.
I remember the old houses with big screened in porches and the time spent with my Uncle BB and Aunt Tina on the bench swing. The distinct smell of his basement where he had like a limitless supply of Coca Cola and Cactus Coolers in glass bottles. And antiques from across the south. My family members were educated hard working southern Black folks who were active in the civil rights movement and pillars of the community. I guess that kinda explains why I couldn't be a stupid ass rapper talking about some bullshit. It would be a disgrace to my ancestry.
Anywho…I put my LRG travel bag in the day room and headed off on a mission. I wanted to get a Georgia Bulldogs basketball jersey to wear at the show. I walked through the Athens community housing projects to get to the campus. I was walking and talking on the phone with Nicole (a long ass walk in that damn heat, by the way, Ms. Hotel lady who gave me the f'n directions, thanx doot!)…By the time I got to my destination I had sweated so much into the phone it started tripping out on me…The buttons wouldn't work, etc, etc…I shorted it out or something. Dammmmit, I have horrible phone luck. I have lost a phone on four separate trips to Vegas. And not just regular people phones either (flip phones and phones that aren't computers are regular people phones, OK?), these devices I lost were MDA's. I lost one at the Wynn Hotel inside that club that has a volcano inside of it and another at The Palms casino, the other at some strip club and the last one just vanished into thin air, I think Chris Angel stole that shit. One time I dropped my sidekick in a jacuzzi in Toronto fucking around with some freaks and the water fried its brain but it came back to life three days later. And a couple of weeks after I got my LRG sidekick I kneeled on it when I was organizing my shoe collection. Wtf.
I completed my mission and got a little lost on my way back to the hotel but I earned my shower and probably lost 15 pounds from the intense cardio. I checked the internet and tried to read my blog on urb.com but the web nanny program said the content wasn't
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