Djed the memorial for my man tonight with Carnegie. Funeral during the day was rough, rough seeing him laid out in the casket (although his Tom Ford suit was fresher than a lil bit), women crying, rough testimonials etc. I’d never been to a funeral, I dodged out when my best friend died in college and all the other random incidents. I just remember the NOSE song where he was like “pops just died, I wasn’t at the funeral home, cause I don’t do funerals yo” and how much that spoke to me, I don’t know why.
This one was right out of a movie, it was at a church on the south side in the barrio, and the lot was filled with escalades, bmw, chargers, rims etc, I was afraid to park the Benz until I saw a trail of Range Rovers right by our space, but it all worked out. The church was packed, people out in the halls, spilling to outside, and it was a crazy cast of beautiful women, family members, drug lords, goons, business men, the illuminati of AZ nightlife, and quite a cast of characters. We sat outside and chainsmoked cigarettes most of the time and bounced out after.
The part at night was chill, hella drama because there we’re two parties, and no one knew where the money was really going, we said we’d DJ for free and I didn’t really care. It shouldn’t have been a problem because the party we did (with his family) was done by midnight so didn’t really hinder business at the main Wednesday nights, but there was tension in the air regardless. People were wasted, girls getting kicked out of limos, women bawling when we played Diddy covering Sting etc. The owner of PHX gave us a ride home so we didn’t have to endure a night of more drama, and now it’s back on the grind.
Crazy for someone so young to be dead and gone. Crazier still the aftermath, I just hope I don’t get any stories tomorrow morning that I don’t’ want to hear.
