Issue 10 Kwacha Ngwee |
"Firstly where is my security?" I kept asking, "Where is everything I asked for?", "Where is the Lounge, my drinks and my food?" I asked slowly losing my temper.
Turns out there was no Lounge we where left standing outside by a locked car, it was where near as classy as i'd been led to believe, there was no security everyone one had access to us, and it took over 30mins for our drinks to arrive. For fear of anything happening to my people I made the appropriate calls and was advised to leave the Club and get back to the lab but Alas, no Cabs, we where stuck, outside in the cold with no security, so we had to adapt and went straight into the club where we were stuck in the middle of a lot of drunk fans who now wanted to talk to me about everything and nothing in what has to be the hottest joint i've ever been in.
Sun drying the hair after a 5am |
It was while he's wife was trying to calm us down and explain that her husband was very drunk that the Tear Gas canister was deployed in the club, followed by a wave of Pepper Sprays crudely reminding us that we where in Lilayi and majority of the patrons here where Officers.
After reasoning and coming to an amicable solution which involved ridiculous demands on my part and getting back on stage, the boys and I burnt that shit down and laid waste to any misconceptions about our capacity as artists, I even took off my shirt at some point after my fans wouldn't let me get off stage demanding more.
30mins later he was stark naked after downing a quarter full bottle of whiskey.
Back at the lodge at about 5am on Sunday we met a guy we were calling Johnny Depp and 40mins later he was stark naked after downing a quarter full bottle of whiskey.
Here's to you Johnny.
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