Mr. Muthafuckin’ eXquire jumped on stage, I was hoping they would do some “Huzzah" shit. Also saw Mr. eX just chilling in the crowd before the show and was thinking to myself, not recognizing him, "Who the fuck wears hemp pullovers these days?" Mr. Muthafuckin’ eXquire, that’s who.
He puffed blunts twice on stage.
The Adidas jacket with the leather tassels was ridiculous/awesome/ridiculous.
Some loser threw a water bottle at him on stage, Danny saw the dude, stopped the music, grabbed the same bottle of water and thew it right back at the dude’s face and nailed him. Hard ass move.
“The backyard of Drake’s mansion is indistinguishable from the set of one of those late-night Lifetime soft-core romance flicks. Waterfalls gush all around, surging over enormous boulders. Bronze animals—lions, elephants, giraffes!—checker the lawn, glimmering in the last light of the San Fernando Valley sun. A giant fire, fit for a king from Middle-earth, burns in an outdoor fireplace, and a flat-screen TV plays Sixteen Candles.”—
“At the ready are a bottle of chilled white wine and a pitcher of ice, for tonight we shall drink wine spritzers, his favorite beverage and also mine.
“If you went down the waterslide,” he says, taking my hand, helping me over the stones that cross his blue lagoon, pointing to a chute running down a steep two-story cliff above the pool, which, by the way, is filled with statues of nude women, “how amazing would that be for your article?”