Past Play

Ghostface bookended Corey's second visit to NYC. He killed it even though he kept iterating that the mic was not "crispy" enough.

Corey's my oldest friend. I don't keep in touch with anybody else from second grade. It means something when, as 29-year olds, we can transition from talking about the 4-square rules we used to make up to politics and women.

He came in two Thursdays ago and he left the following Tuesday for Costa Rica. We went out every single night and I'm just starting to feel normal again.

Highlights: Bel Biv Devoe, The Darkness, Gloria Estefan, S. Kang, Yankees, taking a multi-vitamin and a nap.

Capadonna killed it too on the last night. 48 bars in and he was still spitting complex freestyle rhymes. Corey and I got into a discussion of manic depression, obsessive compulsion, and creativity. I think a lot of the wu tang members fit the bill.