Mission Mission

I would explain more background, but I don’t remember. I think some Mexican dudes loaned us the stereo for the photoshoot.

Five dollars for photobooth at the Knockout?  You have misjudged the wealth to ingenuity ratio of your clientele.

One person at dinner was like “I’m not trying to be a perv, but does anyone else think those look like butts?  And then ANOTHER person was like “I just asked my gf the same thing!”  Pretty sassy, Mission Chinese.

Karaoke at Jack’s last night was continuously awesome, mostly because of DJ Purple, the classic triple-threat (DJ, backing vocals, saxophone solos.)  But I didn’t feel comfortable calling it “art” until this girl got up there and crushed Sorry Miss Jackson with nary a stutter. In case anyone missed it, she returned half an hour later to close down the bar (lights on) with Nicki Minaj’s latest radio hit (again flawless.)

Cheers, mystery rapper!