All kinds of crazy my friends. All kinds. Where to start..well. Happy New Year and shit..

1. Arizona. A month ago RC and I packed up the ride and headed east to unusually freezing cold AZ…. glass cutting nipples cold. Our good friend and fellow HBH’er Pickster was celebrating his birthday and as any other superbadass DJ should, by debuting his sweet ass new project Crusher Sound System. We stayed a couple days soaking in the scene fueled by booze and some good ol medicinal herbert…along with a few handfuls of our good friend Valium. The weekend went over in spectacular fashion and we packed back up to head back to Cali.

Nearly going a buck twenty I was cruisin with my newly acquired monster mash disc when it sadly reached the end. I looked down momentarily to search for some music laying about when BAM! Fuckin huta! I hit the brakes with enough pressure to quickly slow but not enough to look panicked..nonetheless it was too late. I played it cool, slowed down switched lanes but alas, flashing lights. Now normally, I wouldn’t use race as an excuse and I won’t site it in this instance either. However, lets take a look at the picture as a whole. A 200 plus pound, brown man covered in tattoos speeding along in a $40,000 car (thanks wifey)..well that might raise a flag to some. I knew it from the second officer T.J. Skoudr popped his head in the window, this was a bout to become the suck. On some straight matter of fact shit I handed over all pertinent info. …and so the dance begins. He went back to his cruiser, got on the radio and called us in. He returned before he could have gotten a lock on my criminal record and that’s kinda when I could feel shits creek was about to run thru the car and I was certain to be up it. He asked me to step out of the vehicle, when he pulled me over he asked me how much marijuan was in the car. Now normally I’d just whip out my medicinal mary jane RX but in AZ all bets are off. I tried the ol’ “what do you mean officer” thing and that didn’t work. He gave me the following options. Call a K-9 unit and wait for them or just fess up. Figuring I wouldn’t be a pain I told him what and where he could find my LESS THAN 2 GRAMS of weed! I then , along with RC, got cuffed and thrown in the cop car. Yippie! I try to be compliant and this shit.. So I got to sit and watch as this bastard proceeds to take my car a part for an hour plus! Slowly and very methodically. I hate being cuffed and I really hate being cuffed in the back of a car for over an hour. First he let’s RC out and send him back to the car. He then gives me a sobriety test (passed with flying colors), a sweet ticket for speeding..criminal speeding, and a sweet ass citation for possession of narcotics! Weed is a narcotic in AZ?! Great job. So now I got a court date and some excellent fines to look forward to in lew of community service. So in honor of this momentous event I present you an all time favorite of mine from Public Enemy.

BY THE TIME I GET TO ARIZONA

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Posted by No Wonder on Wednesday, January 9th, 2008 at 1:23 pm.