So this is was what you may call the first actual tale in the new blog, yea I wrote a little snippet bashing Weezy but never mind that. Yesterday, Thursday, started off with a bang…I had to go to “work” and “teach” poolside all dam day. It was pretty much the easiest money I’ve ever made in my life, I sat next to the pool and on occasion jumped into the .5m meter deep pool and played with the kids (tossing them like bean bags). After being repeatedly splashed I decided to take my shirt off because, well that’s what the rest of the world does when they swim…Koreans not so much. They like the whole fat-kid in a ginormous, black-tee look. Anyways, I’m bringing this up because the comment one of my students said when he saw the tattoo on my ribs. After gazing a few seconds he looked up at me and goes, “In Korea we think tattoos are bad.” My immediately response (since all Koreans yearn to be western and seem to prefer the American lifestyle) was, “Well…not in America. If you have tattoos in America it means you are awesome.” He looked at me puzzled then agreed and finally gave me his approval by telling me it was cool. All-in-all it was a nice beginning to the Thursday that was kickin’ off the three day weekend.
After school I figured I would go home, eat some dinner…maybe even take a nap. Yea, not-so-much. Like 15 minutes after getting home a friend called me and let me know what was on the agenda for the night. It was going to pop off with a bit of gambling at the casino followed by a concert…a Bone Thugs-n-Harmony concert. I was immediately all in basically because i foresaw myself bumping to old school Bone joints…you know, that hot 8th grade shit. By the time i got to the casino my friend Shawn had already won 200 bones in like twenty minutes and I was looking to do the same. Initially I was just looking to hustle the roulette table for enough money to cover my 60,000 won (then I got greedy) BONE THUGS N HARMONY ticket!!! Back to the casino for a second…I ended up leaving $100 richer so my mindset basically revolved around the notion that, “tonight I’m drinking for free so why not go splurge on a Bone concert.” Don’t get me wrong I was a fan of Bone back in the day but there is no way in hell, if I was back home, that you’d catch me spending $60 on that ticket. BUT, I’m not at home and I’ve been craving to seen some legit, live hip hop for months…in light of the scenario my ass got strung up and I shoveled 60,000 over for the ticket. After consuming way too many free cocktails at the casino we set off for the Bone concert. We were pumped, we just won some cheese at the casino and we were off to see the 8th grade wonder known as Bone Thugs-n-Harmony… who wouldn’t be jazzed about the events that were about to unfold, right? So the concert starts and we are the hypest bastards in Circle Club…the music is rocking and the Bone music comes on. Crazy Bone walks out spitting fire and the crowd goes crazy, and then two scrubs walk out behind him.
At this exact moment I knew I’d been played…Crazy Bone was the only member of the crew who was actually in attendance. From this point on the concert was pretty much dirt, it was filled with, the “put your hands up-s,” the “yea, yea, yea-s,” and those mother fuckin’ “yo, yo, yo-s.” Crazy Bone only rapped two remotely popular songs, neither of which happened to be Crossroads, Bud Smokers Only, Look Into My Eyes, or Notorious Thugs. When his act was over and he hadn’t touched any of the major hits and the Americans in the crowd began to pleading him to, he gave us the reassuring words that he was going to wait to do those songs next time when the whole Thugs crew was present. HMMMM…wierd I thought that’s what I paid 60,000 won to see, especially since every poster had the whole crew on there. He rapped for what was maybe twenty minutes, other than that his stankonia (and I’m not referring to the cooler than a polar bears toenails Outkast type of stankonia) crew “ripped” the mic. His boys Country Fried and Bugs made an attempt at faking a freestyle…which was still whack. I’m not sure if I was spoiled when I saw Lupe Fiasco, for $15, absolutely tear the building down by pitting the ill-est freestyles and keeping the crowd hype the entire time or what. ut Dam Crazy, how gonna play me so hard? If I had to rate the concert on a scale of shit to shit, it definitely wins going away…the shittiest hip hop show I’ve ever been to. Fuck Bone Thugs (and I’d probably do much heavier bashing if I didn’t see that shit for free, know that).
At this point we are utterly pissed off about shelling the dough out to see such a whack show so we proceed to Monkey Beach…home of what have been dubbed Death Buckets and sexy, rich, Korean chicks who dig foreigners. The rest of the night consists of me getting inebriated and ends with me going to bed at 530 at some random house. Upon waking up at 8:30 my initial reaction is, “Where the fuck am I and why am I sleeping on a king sized stone bed?” I roll over and ask the chick in the bed where I’m at and how I get to the subway…she explained the directions and it randomly turned out that I ended back up two stations away from the casino. I know what your thinking…”don’t tell me you went to the casino at 9 am.” Yes mom, yes grandma…I did, I went back in the morning in the same clothes I had on last night. After all I had to re-up on the money I spent for the shit concert. It was awesome I walked into the the casino place a hundred bucks down….and what do you know, I lose. Dam, I’m not so invincible huh? So then I pulled another $70 dollars out but this time I hit and eventually I ended up making all my money back plus the money I spent on the ticket. What a crazy fucking night/morning that ended with me getting paid $17 to drink, go to a (shit) concert, eat for free, and go to some random club…thank you Seoul!
