Day One...Seattle, WA April 22nd. I'm supposed to be DJing and rocking a show with Redskin to start the Last of a Dying Breed tour off which would take us through Portland, OR, San Francisco, CA, Mesa, AZ, and drop us off at the Gathering of the Nations in Albuquerque, NM. I wake up the morning of the show with a stomach flu. Ended up in the hospital and didn't make the show. As I laid there in the emergency room alongside bleeding patients who had endured blows to the head with pipes and things of that nature I eagerly awaited the doctors cure to my severe...stomach ache. After slowly realizing that my crippling illness was not a priority for some unknown reason I began to seek comfort through pain medication. After realizing that my request for pain medication was also falling upon deaf ears I realized that I was not using the proper request method. The gentleman in the area next to mine had a much better method for acquiring assistance. He initiated his request by shouting at the top of his lungs "What the fuck...What the fuck am I doing here?!?!" The doctors explained that he was struck with a pipe and they were going to make sure there was no head or neck damage. He showed his appreciation and understanding by supplying the staff with a very simply put statement "Who the fuck brought me here!?!?! What the fuck am I doing here?!?!?!" I then realized that he was right. What the fuck WAS I doing here? Who the fuck DID bring me here? That is the real question...

Day Two...Portland, OR April 23rd...Great Show we shut it down. Be on the lookout for the video footage.

Day Three...San Fran...April 24th. We arrive in San Fran at 3 am the next night after driving for 10+ hours. The 7 of us pile out of the vehicle to be greeted by two dudes brawling in the street. They go to the ground...wrestle a bit...cops show up...break it up. Now we are watching SF's finest restore justice to the streets. Apparently, two dudes who happen to have been gay begin to spill the details of the event. I only mention the fact that they are gay so that you clearly understand how great the fight was/wasn't and how much better the explanations were.

Just as things were becoming boring in this live episode of cops SF threw us something else to occupy our tired minds. A middle age woman approaches me frantically looking around our whip and asks, "Did you see a mountain dew roll by". I replied the previous few minutes and responded that I was fairly certain that I had not encountered any soft drinks rolling by us at any point. Certain that her friend Mountain Dew had come our way she became upset. She shouted at us with disgust. Letting us know that we should be ashamed of ourselves and that we were theives.

At this point, the episode of cops became interesting again. Apparently, one of the guy's brother is not happy with the cops decision to arrest nobody (which I was surprised by since they did hit each other in front of the cops...and they decided to take nobody to jail...hmmm) Anyway, the cop is now yelling at the brother. Giving him psychological advice that I'm sure he learned in his extensive 9 months in academy. Who needs a PHD when you can get a badge, gun, tazer, and nightstick.

Stage left enters Mrs. Dew. She found the culprit with her drink. It was assaulted gay guy #1. With no help from the police on the scene she takes matters into her own hands and begins kicking #1 repeatedly in his ass...

At this point I could take no more. I headed for the room. San Fran definitely gave us a warm Benny Hill welcome along with a cold reality check (again) as to the two faces of the law. That's another story though...

Day something...Some date... Great San Fran show, on to Mesa. At this point we've been in the car way too long. Fights have almost erupted within the vehicle. Tempers are firing within the war zone.

Mesa, Great Show...On to NM

Finally, the final destination...Let's start by saying they sell alcohol at gas stations. Now liquor is involved in the equation...(We chill VIP, posse up with some cool folks Rez Officials, Manik, hella other cats)...(fast forward to the club closing)...Huge crowd out front of the spot. Half the entourage drunk and winning. Here come the boys in blue to diffuse the crowd and clear the streets of the drunken chaos. They are on some strange 4 legged car that gallops and they're riding them through the crowd knocking drunk people around. I don't fuck with horses. These were HUGE horses so needless to say my black ass was peepin these cats. Not to mention the last time I saw a cop on a horse was in the video somewhere in the south where the horse was used to block the cameras view while a cop beat the shit out of a black school teacher that did not resist or fight back.

In the distance I hear Hellnback of Rez Officials challenging some NM local to a battle. The local rhymed Hell proceeded to verbally rape this cat to the point that he may have went home and offed himself due to the harsh realization that he is the fisher price version of a rapper. Words can't explain what happened to this cat. With each trade of words this dude's ego was being shoved up his ass. I don't know how an ego feels up yo ass but the up yo ass part doesn't leave me much room to think that it was something anyone would enjoy...

The rest of the trip included drunken unintentional dine and dashes. Popeye's chicken (ain't shit wrong with that) and tons of Native Americans representing their heritage. It was a beautiful thing. Redskin, Smack Saliva, Golden Seal, Kyle, Rez O, Manik, and Myself held it down like true chanpions.

Thanks to all the drunken fools along the way. All the crooked ass cops. The gas stations that had Jack Daniels. Gathering of the Nations folks, y'all really represented for Natives.

I left a man. I came back a very tired, hung over, stanky, but cool ass man.

PEACE THE FUCK OUT!!!