Doing Drugs, Lots of Drugs, With Myka 9
12:00 AM: Myka and Factor put their luggage in my trunk. They have boxes of CDs, merchandise and suitcases that were in Shanny's truck. We all enter my car, and Myka puts his head on my steering wheel and starts praying for positive energy. He's doing his affirmations.
12:05 AM: We head over to Townhouse Cocktails in Venice Beach. On the way, we stop at the Day & Night Food Mart to pick up a pint of Jack. Myka hits on a blonde in the store. Her boyfriend is waiting outside.
12:45 AM: We enter the bar. It's dimly lit and some drunks are screaming about voting for Obama. "If you don't like Obama, you should go suck a dick!" yells some artsy chick. Myka and Factor order shots of Jägermeister. They drink to the fact that they both love weed.
1:06 AM: Myka walks to the bathroom and disappears for about 20 minutes. "Where the hell did he go?" asks Factor.
1:21 AM: Factor and I walk outside and find Myka smoking weed with a guy from the Bay Area in his car. The guy is hopped up on something. Some other white rapper named Skinny from Richmond, Virginia sells Myka his CD and a joint for a $1.
Random Guy Myka Smoked With
1:43 AM: "I feel like we are astronauts staying together for each other floating around on this Earth," says Myka to Factor.
1:45 AM: They have two more shots of Jäger inside the bar.
1:48 AM: Myka tells me that his best friend's mother is sick. He has tears in his eyes. He downs the last of his shot.
1:51 AM: There's a circle of men and women beatboxing outside the bar. Myka steps in and starts freestyling about having a good hustle. He's got great flow, but that's not exactly news.
2:10 AM: Myka tells me that we have to go to an after-hours speakeasy that his parents used to frequent back in the day. "It's a place of international pimping," he says. "All these famous people hang out here. But I got no money. We at least need $200 to get some drinks and a half-gram of blow."
2:28 AM: We enter a house on Crenshaw Blvd. The place is dimly lit with a bar in the back. It's kind of scary looking. A 30-something woman who introduces herself as Letica serves the guys two shots of whiskey and some blow with a ripped up four of clubs playing card and a straw. Factor spends about $60.