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*minor details have been changed to protect the guilty, oops I mean innocent*
This past Saturday, my boy who manages a few artists out here hit me to DJ a mansion party in Bel Air. He hits me about 9PM, and tells me it'll start around 2AM, after the club. He has some boys in town from Phoenix who are renting the mansion, and he said they had some folks like Miguel at the party they did the night before.
1:45 comes, I meet them at the club to follow them. We drive up to the Hollywood Hills, and after 10 minutes of driving on those narrow ass streets...they pull up next to me and his White homie says "FUCK...this is the wrong house, I put in the address from last night. The one tonight is in Bel Air. My fault man, you can follow us to the spot. Here's some gas money for having you drive all the way up here" and he throws a $50 on me. I'm like...did he just throw....I guess I'm a hoe for the night?
2:15, we arrive there. Super nice mansion spot, something like this: http://www.zillow.com/homedetails/1111-Stradella-Rd-Los-Angeles-CA-90077/20529219_zpid/ - I get there, and they give me the cash literally soon as I step out of my car...I'm like all right, these dudes got it. Must be high level entertainment cats, I'm definitely gonna Google em when I can.
I go to inside set up, and before I can even finish.....I see 50 girls walk in, and it's about 15-20 dudes. They are all looking like overtypical video chicks. The ratio of ethnicities is the exact Hollywood ratio...of the 50 girls, maybe 3-4 Black ones. Of the 20 guys, about 7-8 Black ones. Party starts, and you can tell they've already been partying. Open bar...and I'm already seeing girls doing cocaine out in the open.
The main White guy keeps coming up asking for every Trap song even, such as Game "El Chapo" which makes some of the girls complain, but I immediately switch and play songs for them soon as these songs finish. Dude is literally paying me $20 for EVERY song he asks for, and each time, he tells me, "this is my shit, I'm paying for it all!!" When I get a break, my boy who hired me pulls me to the side and tells me the deal.....
"Thanks for doing this. So here's what's going on....dude who's paying you and bugging you? He's about to go to jail in February. He's doing a 12 year bid for drug charges. He's gonna miss his entire 30's...he turns 30 this summer. All these (white) dudes here are heavy in the drug game. They all got legit businesses to cover their shit up, so you would never know it."
So...makes sense, but it's a slight shock because I always assume that White boys aren't deep into the drug game out here. Anyway...party keeps going. I see some dudes going into rooms with girls, I see groupies who are at literally every major event, and some idiots are even skinny dipping although it's fuckin 50 degrees. One chick literally looks exactly like Kim K, minus the curves.
Party winds down...and I hear some commotion going on outside. I stay inside with my equipment, but my boy goes outside to peep. He tells me...the main dude who's paying me and his brother are getting into it with a Black dude who's part of their crew. Black dude was just asking me to play Lil Kim, how the hell he about to fight?? Next thing you know.....the main dude paying me tells him "you're acting like a faggot right now" and the Black dude FLIPS....he slaps him hard as FUCK in the face. The dude's brother tells him to chill...and the Black dude slaps him in the face too!
They all come inside, and they end up going upstairs to continue their argument. 30 seconds later...I hear loud ass glass being crushed, as if a table was broken, and then I see 5-6 dudes tumbling down the stairs. I hear that the Black dude got cut after somebody slammed him on a glass table, and the blood is splattering on the walls and everything.
At this point, basically all the girls leave. These dudes somehow calm down, and the Black dude is heated as his arm still bleeds (he had a nasty ass cut). He claims that the main dude called his kids faggots. Main dude tells him "I would NEVER do that, man!" and somehow, they all come down from their drunk/cocaine high, and the Black dude apologizes. Then, he says "you know, since I slapped y'all....I'll let y'all get me back." The main dude and his brother both slap the fuck out of him, and he eats it, starts laughing, and says "that shit hurt, fuck you mothafuckas!!!!" and they are all back to normal.
Party is basically over, and two of the girls left are just doing heavy ass cocaine in the bedroom. One says "I just did so much blow, I can't feel my fucking nose!" She has no cell charger, and she buys my boy's Android USB shit for $40 cash on the spot...she got that $$$ too. After realizing that it's basically 20 guys and just three girls left...I start to get a bit scared that these dudes might try to get foul with the chicks. But they were smart enough to call out the fact that it was too many guys, and they ended up leaving with this Scarface looking dude with the typically Italian slim fit suit on.
I start packing up, and I realize that there's two small tubes with white powder in it on the couch next to me. I look close, and say nah..........I ain't touching that shit. I don't even mention it to anyone.
I finished packed up, got in my car, and the night was finally over. But damn, it's a fresh new Corvette blocking me in. I go inside to see who's it is, and the Black dude who was fighting doesn't want to move it for some reason. His boy says "don't even stress gettin prints on it, we gonna drop it back off tomorrow anyway!" and I ask..."prints...is it...a rental?" and they say "oh nah, we stole this shit last night. We ain't gonnna keep it, just wanted to joyride it for the weekend. We'll leave it somewhere tomorrow so we don't get caught up for it." I'm just like, oh......cool.
They move the shit, and I finally get to leave. The next day, my boy called and thanked me for it all, and apologized for the madness. I mention to him, "oh yeah....somebody left some tubes of...some shit on the couch." He said "oh for real, you grab em?" I tell him hell nah, I don't even smoke weed. He laughs, and says "man I know that, but you coulda probably took em and sold it for a few hundred. But I don't touch that shit either, I feel you."
Another night in L.A., I guess. ------------------------------
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