Toronto Mornings.

10:14am

The city that made us all kings.

7am in Toronto.

After hearing about my blog post, The Hundreds have added a line to the clothing descriptions of what I wore that day to the airport ha. Dope!  They also hit me with an email, great brand.

Getting drunk dials from pretty people is awesome!  Driving around drunk is loser.  All proceeds from the sale of “Drunk Dial” will be donated to MADD.  

Twelve years old seems about right. I was making mixtapes on cassettes these days, recording over my Dr. Seuss audiobooks equipped with 1200’s and a radioshack mic.  Nothing to do with selling slots, talking with the echo effect or leaking songs…just sharing music with friends.

I remember around this time, my brother rushed in the house tearing open the wrap on the vinyl white label.  Before he put the needle down, he told me “this is gonna be the biggest rapper in the world”.  The voice was high and kinda nasaly…but his name was kinda cool…Eminem.

All these moments comes to mind as I’m looking through some old photos I’ve taken.  

It’s so crazy starting off purely as a fan to getting to actually spend some time at Bad Boy within the past few months.  I’m glad everyday I stuck with a career that makes me happy, it’s not always the easiest thing to do!