Doing Drugs, Lots of Drugs, With Myka 9
2:40 AM: Letica and Myka go way back, at least ten years. She's been a stripper most of her life and is involved in a polyamorous relationship with the guy who owns the house. One of the other girls in the relationship is also present. Both Letica and Myka can talk your ear off.
2:58 AM: We make our way into the first room in the house, through a ratty old curtain that hangs in the doorway. A Kanye West song plays through an ancient TV. It sounds like shit. Myka is blowing lines of coke, one after another. He sits behind a James Brown statue and in front of a picture of a naked woman sleeping. It's freezing in here.
3:10 AM: Myka takes another shot of whiskey and does another line of coke. He tells me: "Killers love us, but they want to control us." I have no idea what he's talking about, but I laugh anyway.
3:55 AM: Letica and Myka are making out next to me. One of the other girlfriends/wives of the polyamorous relationship walks in the room. It is extremely awkward.
4:40 AM: It's becoming a real situation that Myka and Factor do not have a car or a place to stay. Myka meets a racecar driver named Costa in the house, who offers to give them a place to crash in Sherman Oaks.
4:41 AM:Myka and Costa do another line.
4:45 AM: Factor does not want to sleep in some random older dude's house. Myka desperately tries to convince him otherwise.
5:00 AM: We all drive around the corner to an ATM to take out more cash.
5:20 AM: Myka goes back inside the house alone.
5:50 AM: He returns with another shot of Jack and downs it in my car. "Sorry that took so long," he says. "I had to take care of business. You know, talk to my home girl for a little bit. She was kissing me on the bar and shit."
6:00 AM: We drive around Crenshaw trying to find a motel for the two of them to crash in. At this point, Myka asks to sleep at my apartment on the floor.
6:15 AM: We get lost and end up in Myka's old neck of the woods near Dorsey High School on Farmdale Ave. We turn the corner and Myka says, "That's where I got shot at. I've been shot in the head a few times." He takes the bottle of Jack and drinks some more. He admits to being in a gang and even shooting a few people back in the day. We pull up to a friend's house. He shouts, "I love you!" from the car window. I advise him that's it's probably too early to ring the bell.
6:38 AM: I pull over to the side of the road and call all the motels around the area. At this point, I'm extremely tired, and Myka is going on and on about his girl, but not making any sense. I drop them off at Annes Motel on S. La Cienega. They take their luggage from my trunk and wave goodbye. I exhale, look at the time and start driving home.
6:49 AM: I open my purse and find one of the crystals placed on me during my DMT trip. I collapse in my bed with my clothes sandy and my shoes still on.
Myka 9 and Factor will be performing at The Airliner this Saturday, November 10
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