I gotta tell this story, yo.
So, there's this local community center that I like to go to in my free time. Shit ain't fancy, though. It's in a run-down ass building in Tacoma that has been empty for most of the time I've lived here, but SpaceWorks (a local nonprofit) takes buildings like this and licenses them to local community organizations to use. So a local group by the name of Fab-5 took the building and decided to create a community center that teaches DJ'ing/music production, breakdancing, and graffiti. Shit is dope as hell.
Anyways, they have a makeshift recording & production studio in building (the booth is made out of a old phone booth with some soundproofing foam and a blanket thrown on top of it to block/absorb sound. Shit is dope as fuck), so I go there to perfect my craft. A friend of mine runs that part of the building and would let me stay late night to work on my own projects, as well as let me watch his recording sessions with his group.
But, let me tell you what this fool did last week during a late night session, y'all. So, the dude that runs the studio is a weed head, and likes to roll up in between sessions. I don't smoke, so I don't pay it no mind. But one night, a bunch of niggas that we both know from the neighborhood decide to show up and kick it, so my man's decides to roll up a blunt indoors. I'm sitting there like
, like how you gon' risk getting caught like this. So, I pull him to the side and tell him "Be careful, bro. Those white folks at the bike shop next door like to pop up some nights, and who knows what they seeing and telling the other staff members here. Also, the two main staff members could also roll up at any minute, so watch yourself."
He says, "Yeah, I feel what you sayin'.", and continues to roll. So, I just shrug and go back in the front where I sit when I'm watching Logic tutorials.
Fast forward about 20 minutes, and guess who walks in the front door? The two main staff members. One of them forgot his bike, and decided to catch a ride from his co-worker to get it. So, my man's is outside, in front of the building, cheefin' with the other niggas that showed up. I'm inside looking like
.
So, my man's gon' try to hide the other blunt he rolled in his fist on some slick shit. The staff members ain't make no kinda scene, they just got the bike, chopped it up with us, dapped us up, and rolled out. After they left, I'm looking at my man's like
.
Fast forward through the weekend. I show up Monday night to do a session, but I catch one of the staff members closing up shop. I chop it up with him and ask him had he seen the dude who runs the studio. He tells me no, and says he took away his key for cheefin' in front of the building. I'm like
.
But I'm low-key pissed because that is gonna set back my EP schedule like crazy
. So yeah, he's the homie, but fuck this nigga for the time being.
