Grown man and his ice cream...

I've come to find out that in between rapping, snacking, going to school, snacking, writing poetry, snacking, eating, and the occassional shower, Kray-z K is a regular in the Rite Aid ice cream department. We set up a sting operation to catch this snacking beast of a rapper in the act.

After following him all day through multiple drive-thrus, donut stores, and drive-thru donut stores, we caught up with him at the Rite Aid on the corner of Central and Philadelphia in Chino.

We knew that he had an addiction to these frozen sugary treats but had no idea that his flavor of choice is.........

RAINBOW SHERBERT!!!

For all of you that don't know... I am happily married

Here are some photos from the wedding.



I love you Janine!!

Will

Land of the Hobos (snippet)

Here is a sample of a track that I'm working on. Produced by Curtiss King. Let me know if you are feeling it. It's pretty much about where I'm from (Ontario) and where I live (Pomona).... "The Land of the Hobos."

Proto

My Godson... I'm praying he can still have kids

So on October 17th my wife Janine and I went with my best friend Juntao and his wife Trisha, to take their son Jayden (my Godson) to the pumpkin patch at Montclair Plaza. It seems as if Jayden is a little confused on which way to position his body when sliding down a slide. Instead of sitting upright or laying on his back, like the rest of humanity, he decided to slide down on his stomach (and balls), legs first. Jayden, you need to learn the proper way to slide.



I know you can't read, nor comprehend the seriousness of putting that much pressure on you baby makers, but.... I want some grand-godchildren. Holla at me when you learn how to talk.

Uncle Will

Smoke Out.... Weed and Music... Only Music for me

So on Satuday, October 24th I worked as assistant FOH (front of house, engineer) on the Indonesia stage at the 2009 Cypress Hill Smoke Out. Sounds like a prestigious position, as the FOH is incharge of the sound that leaves the stage and hits the ears of thousands of concert goers, but as assitant well let me give you job description:

*Answer the phone (from stage engineers to us at FOH)
*Get Coffee
*Make sure the security is not letting anyone in our station
*Get Coffee
*Run messages to the stage engineers (literally run) through thousands of people
*Get Coffee
*Pass tape, cd's, and whatever THE MAN needed to him.
*Get Coffee

It was fun though. I thank THE MAN (Patrick Mundy) for allowing me to be of assistance. Between getting coffee I learned a lot. Besides my lungs about to fail because of all the smoke inhalation, it was a super fresh event and I met a great deal of VERY influential people.

The Nerve of this FRESHMAN

So I had my first midterm in Music Theory this morning and decided to show up to class early to study. I got there about 30 mins early and chilled out, played the piano and studied. About 10 mins after I arrived, a classmate showed up (I have no idea what his name is, nor do I really care to find out). We greet each other, he sits down, and he.... FARTS!!! Loud as Hell (just imagine Hell to be loud for.. well... for imaginative purposes). He says "excuse me" and just puts his head down on his desk to take a nap before class. I don't know about the rest of humanity, but when I have gas, I fart outside (ALONE), or in a VERY crowded room (that way I could act like it was someone else and say "Damn.. somebody smells like *beep*"). I tried to take a picture of the guy but my camera kept making noise as I snapped the photo, so I took a video. THAT IS THE BASTARD RIGHT THERE. Not the Black guy, cuz that's me.


Note: At the end of the clip he's zipping up his Trapper Keeper. Wowzers!

bas⋅tard  /ˈbæstərd/ Show Spelled Pronunciation [bas-terd] Show IPA –noun 1. a person born of unmarried parents; an illegitimate child. 2. Slang. a. a vicious, despicable, or thoroughly disliked person: Some bastard FARTED RIGHT NEXT TO ME in class. b. a person, esp. a man: The poor bastard broke his leg. 3. something irregular, inferior, spurious, or unusual. 4. bastard culverin. –adjective

Fried Catfish attempt ends up scarring me for life...

So the first picture is of my younger brother Derrick in my kitchen fryin up some catfish. I sat the sidelines taking notes on his preparation, choice of seasonings, and technique, knowing that ONE day I too will make some fried catfish.

That day came. I was all amped to make my wife some fried catfish and rice. I had all the same ingredients, remembered exactly what he did. I could almost taste it while I was getting it all ready to rock. I wash out the pot and put it on the stove. Poured in the oil. Set it to boil. About 2 minutes later it kinda spit up at me a lil so I turned the range down.

Fish is all prepared and I drop it in the oil. As I'm walking by the stove to the fridge, this bastard of a meal explodes and shoots oil over 15feet up our walls, the whole kitchen, and yes.... half of my body.

Apparently I was SUPPOSED to dry the pot before I put the oil in. I guess boiling oil and water don't mix?

Catfish fail.



The worst part is.. it smelled so good minus the added aroma of burnt flesh. Ohhh and my wife had to clean the kitchen for like 2hours while I bathed in ice water and Aloe Vera. I love you baby... Next time its going to work.

I PROMISE

Proto