aint nobody but my damn self, but i get along real well with...
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Influences
charlie mingus miles davis john coltrane stan getz juao gilberto nina simone etta james sade anita baker maysa incognito joi donnie marvin gaye stevie wonder donnie hathaway isaac hayes al green albert king b.b. king krs-one bahamadia goodie mob[big gipp"the mutant" khujo"gun club"goodie t-mo to the fullest] prefuse 73 DJ paul and juicy j [three six mafia] j-zone premier artifacts tribe bootcamp click das efx epmd field mob fat jon gangstarr dj honda dj krush dj shadow the rza organized noize pete rock bjork prince paul de la soul common slick rick public enemy lords of the underground brand nubian gangstarr andre 3000 big boi minnie ripperton mavis staples the isley brothers pastor troy witchdoctor dj cam cameo j dilla madlib raphael saadiq man this is getting tiresome... i gain inspiration from damn near everything
Jeremy Piven was at the restaurant we we're at last night but I didn't get a chance to beat the shit out of him. Then the waitress sat down next to me and was sweating me but lost interest once she found out I was just visiting. I'm gonna go do some yaow with nick schwartz now, laterz.
nice, that sounds like fun. Never knew records could be used as a toilet, who woulda thunk it.
yep, kicking it pool side, getting super drunk. Boned a palm tree last night, I said I would call her but I don't think I will. Can't complain, my friend, can't complain.
free....whatup homie. aug16 flyer is almost at the point of completion....if you'd like to bless it and create one as well, thatd be dope, i can get u all the info sap.....see u sun and mon, if not before....
To find a bar with good beer and burgers is a blessing.
But throw in Bacon Night––yes, gentle reader, all the bacon you can eat, and it's free—and you're in pig heaven.
All that's missing is fried pickles and unlimited Guitar Hero. Wait, that too?
Yes, Whiskey Road, 1935 N. Damen Ave., is the place to be from 6 to 10 on Monday nights, when bacon is king.
Owner Matt Miller has a simple philosophy: "Bacon is like the Internet. It should be for everyone."
Whiskey Road opened about eight months ago and started doing bacon in January.
All visitors have to do is go to the kitchen window in the back room and say the magic words—"bacon, please"—and a basket containing a quarter-pound of golden brown goodness will arrive in minutes.
Whiskey Road has a lot going for it: atmosphere, a nice selection of beer, excellent burgers, chalkboard walls waiting to be written on, the aforementioned Guitar Hero, movies ("Spinal Tap" the night we were there). And bacon. Up to 40 pounds a night.
This is the stuff of legend.
Miller—a vegetarian, by the way—tells of two customers who went at it one evening in a greasy mano-a-mano competition.
"Both of them said something like after the fourth basket it stops being love and becomes a chore."
One guy totaled six baskets—a pound and a half to us mere mortals—and wound up his night gulping water and drawing sketches on the wall of pigs eating people.
"We had a guy here, a tattoo artist," Miller recounts. "Not in the best physical shape. He had, I think, six baskets. The next day I saw him and he said, 'I've ingested all kinds of drugs, I've imbibed all kinds of alcohol. But I've never had a bacon hangover. ' "
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