I’m burning my Camo shorts.

On June 11, 2011 I was afforded the opportunity by Speakeasy promotions to be a part of Curren$y’s Jet Life tour on its stop in my city. The line up of artist was good and the turn out in The Masquerade was packed to say the least. But I’m going to far let me start from the beginning.

I got to the venue early, as I always do to get a sound check and meet everyone involved with the overall production of the show. [Side note: I find it's always beneficial to learn who the sound guys and stage hands are so that during your set you have the least amount of problems as possible.] After meeting these cats and getting a quick sound check I started my journey to the parking lot to get a look at what type of crowd I was dealing with. On my decent from “Heaven” I noticed something right off about the front row grabbers at the front of the line… they were young. “The Fuck You Youth” as I like to call them. Its a certain air about these kids. Its like they say “fuck you, its all about me” without even having a reason. Which is understandable when they have no one to help them direct that energy. The second thing I noticed about these cats was how they dressed. The fashion theme of the line was Big fitted caps and camoflage shorts. “Wait a minute” I said to myself while taking a glance below my torso, “I have on camo shorts too!” Oh shit.

Dismissing the abundance of camo short wearers in line as just mere coincidence, I continued my journey to the parking lot. On the way, I see three more dudes with camo shorts; A dude and his girl…camo shorts; and a girl…with camo shorts! What the hell is going on!? From this alone I already knew where this night was going. So I get to my car, take a seat on the trunk and watch the cars file in like ants making their way to something sweet. Believe me when I tell you, It looked like a military exercise was about to happen in the Masquerade. SMH. I swear, out of the 1200 or so people in the Masquerade, 500 had on camo shorts. And the bad part about this shit is that I was one of them. Damn Stanza. You got to do better.

So with a lighter and some Kerosene in hand, I say goodbye to my camo shorts. Until we meet again.

R.I.P Camouflage.
Birth 18th century – Death. June 11th, 2011. You will be missed.

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