Smoking Wax With Rapper Demrick
10:40 p.m.: De orders tons of sake and Sapporo for the table. De's shouting "Bring the beer, bring the beer!" Some of the women at the table want to go to a strip club. We talk about why strip clubs in Los Angeles don't show enough tits and ass. They think Secret Sundayz at the Key Club are dope. Everyone cheers with their drinks. De makes a toast to "Good family, good food, good times. We get it poppin'!" I salute with my green tea and sake.
Danielle Bacher Alon (Left) De (Middle) and Tony (Right)
11:15 p.m.: Tony dares me to eat raw beef that Bert is cooking on the hibachi grill. I eat it.
11:17 p.m.: De orders another round of Sapporo pints and sake. People are getting sloshed.
11:18 p.m.: Current shows up after his session with Scoop. He said it was a crazy time, but they got some good shit. The girls at the table go to the bathroom. They announce that they are virgins for the evening.
11:22 p.m.: One of the dudes at the table named Dan opines that Quentin Taratino makes shitty movies. Most of us disagree.
12:06 a.m.: We head to The Spitting Chicken Cantina to meet up with rapper Roderic from Tacoma, WA and his friend, videographer/editor Nic Delikat. Delikat works with Matthew McConaughey's production company.
12:20 a.m.: "I'm a shot away from going fucking crazy," says De.
12:23 a.m.: De starts making out with Bianca. He stops and puts his arm around Current and says that he's the shit and a real-deal producer.
Danielle Bacher Bianca (Left) and De (Right)
1:55 a.m.: We leave the bar and head back to Mulberry Studios. I'm driving De. Tony calls in the middle of our conversation on our way back to the pad. Bert passed out in the car somewhere, and Tony is stranded.
1:57 a.m.: Cell phone rings. Tony is on the line: "Where the hell did your brother go with the car?" De asks Tony. "Your brother did not leave you. Or at least I don't think he did. Where's your brother? Where's your car?" He hangs up.
1:58 a.m.: De turns to me and says,"Okay, we have to go pick up Tony."
1:59 a.m.: Bianca calls and yells at him for taking too long.
2:00 a.m.: We pick Tony up a few miles away.
2:01 a.m.: Bianca calls again. De tells me to turn around and leave Tony.
2:10 a.m.: We're sitting outside the house, and De looks at me. He lifts up his pant leg and shows me a letter "C" engraved in his skin. He tells me that it's from his days as a young kid in a gang in Washington State, where he was born. He was selling crack at 13, hustling on the streets.
2:14 a.m.: De's pretty drunk. Actually, it's more like he's wasted. He informs me that he was friends with Will Smith's "ghetto sister" in Philly because she worked at T.G.I. Friday's and dated his friend.
2:15 a.m.: At 14 years old, two of De's dealer friends beat up a crackhead, who died a week later. The two were charged with involuntary manslaughter and sentenced to four years in prison. "If I wasn't out of town, I would have been there. I would have killed a man. I didn't really grow up with a positive male role model, so that's what I thought was cool to do."
2:17 a.m.: De's real father was in jail (and still is), and his stepfather at the time was in and out of jail for dealing and using drugs. His mother was in the military and had two younger kids to tend to. She thought De was wild and didn't want her kids being corrupted by his bad behavior. De moved out of the house when he was 15 and in with an older woman, but managed to graduate high school.
2:20 a.m.: De moved all around the country, with stops in North Carolina, Maryland and Alaska before moving to Philly at 18. De linked up with a family friend there whom he would visit during the summers and ended up living with him and pursuing his music. "He was really the one that stepped into my life. I basically had the mentality that, hopefully, I don't fuck up. And if I fuck up bad enough, hopefully I won't go to jail or into the military."
2:21 a.m.: De has only met his father once. He was 11 and visiting California with his mother.
2:22 a.m.: "All I remember him asking me is 'Why you wearing a Chicago Bulls jersey? You going to be just like me,'" he says. "He was mad when he saw me. Maybe not mad, but it was not a cool feeling. At the time, I was super-standoffish. I didn't give a fuck. I made a promise that day that I would do everything in my power to never go to jail."
2:25 a.m.: De has come far from the thug life and feels like he's changed a lot since those days. His stepfather has been a preacher for the past two years. "I'm on a whole different chapter of my life now. Way different. I've worked with some of the best artists and producers like Jim Jonsin, who I have catalogues and catalogues of crap with. I'm like two books ahead of that shit now."
2:27 a.m.: De stumbles out of my car. He pulls down his pants to take a piss.
2:30 a.m.: We walk back inside the studio. Bianca is pissed we took so long. She starts a mini-fight with him near the entrance of the studio.
2:32 a.m.: I have no idea what happened to Tony. We never hear from him again.
2:34 a.m.: De announces that it's time to smoke wax weed. I've never seen it before, but I have heard about it. It's a concentrate that makes the cannabinoid chemicals about 90 percent pure. The THC level in the shit apparently fucks you up severely.
2:35 a.m.: De takes the wax from a small container on the table and packs the slide of a bong. He takes a torch and lights it up. He inhales and quickly sits back in his chair, his head between his legs. He then jumps up onto the table and starts dancing to some very loud music in the background.
2:37 a.m.: Everyone in the studio starts dancing wildly.
2:48 a.m.: Rapper Roderic gets in the booth and starts recording tracks.
3:05 a.m.: De is passed out with his head between his arms.
3:41 a.m.: Branden just hit the wax and is breathing really heavily.
3:49 a.m.: Alon is recording Roderic. He gets up and takes a hit of wax. He states, "I can't function right now."
3:55 a.m.: De gets up and falls against a trashcan. He stumbles for a second and smashes his head on the door. We laugh. He opens the studio door, trips and closes it shut.
4:45 a.m.: I'm definitely getting sick now. I can't stop coughing, and there is weed smoke all around me. i'm high as shit. I'm starting to fall asleep. It's dark in the studio, and I can hear Roderic yell "Fuck!" into the mic.
5:10 a.m.: I leave the studio and walk to my car. I see some white paint on the side of my bumper. I realize I probably hit that car a lot harder than I thought. I guzzle some cough medicine and drive away, the heater on full blast.