Nov 6 2011

I'll post this without really putting anyone on blast. With that being said, everything happens for a reason.

It starts off with me, Birdy, buying tickets for a Mac Miller show. My intention was to sell them for a massive profit. Basically, I didn't. I invited a certain someone, and they, they couldn't make it. Sad face I know. After this I was fully prepared to just not go. Fortunately, the King's invitee canceled or whatevs, the point is I was now going. We mob it up to Hollywood with the King's cousin. A royal affair in reality. We get there a tad bit late and end up standing towards the back. Casey Veggies opened. Now, for the record, the 3rd time seeing him was probably the best. His live show did improve by leaps and bounds in my opinion. He did his thang and a new group came on. Now, by new I do not mean young and fresh, I mean a group we had yet to see. People Under the Stairs. Now the King loves them. I, personally, had never really heard them before. But wow. That have a nice live show. If you ever get the chance PLEASE go see them, it's really enjoyable. After they did their set, we waited for like 45 minutes for Mac Miller to come on. At this point, the King and I had realized something, there were a shit ton of white teenagers there. I don't mean 17-19, I mean 13-16. Real Teenagers. Mac Miller did his bit, which was good. But nothing I really got down to. His show has improved I admit. But after all, he is white. Did about 4 rock songs, which by all means is impressive. But for me, I paid for a rap show, not a rock concert. He ended and we skedaddled. This was an exciting night, but it was missing one thing for the King and I. No not females or weed, which it was. It was missing Pac Div...

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-Birdy