No, we did not suddenly encounter knowledge and wisdom and enlightenment that may have set us on the 'right' path. In fact, Knowledge was the name of a retired rapper we met on a bicycle on the way home from a riveting night out at Leicester Square.
Having a Riveting night - and i use that word lightly - was the original plan for the night but then we realized that the girl's we were expecting to show up, were in fact not showing up and it would have to be Waqas Raja (also known as 'Lord Varys'), Siva (don't quite remember his first name, its been a while since anyone's used it) and myself (successful blogger and overall good guy :) ). The night began as any night would, copious amounts of alcohol were consumed with little in mind to the way it would wreck our next morning. Waqas tried his absolute best to keep us from going out using the following devious methods:
1) Guys i cut my leg, i can't go out
2) Guys i cut my leg, its going to stain my pants i can't go out
3) Guys i'm wearing Siva's shorts, i cant go out in them!
4) Guys i have a lot of school work coming up soon in 3 1/2 weeks
5) Guys did you ever see the Notebook?
Now that last one, number 5), i'm not 100% sure about given our interactions with our mutual friend 'Black', however its not too far out of context. Anyways, moving on, right after Siva applied a 4th layer of wax into his hair and smashed an entire bottle of cologne over his head, we were ready for the night, we were ready to introduce ourselves to the female kind awaiting us in... Leicester Square.
Leicester Square, the place where dreams come true.. actually its the place you end up at when no one has any idea what the fuck to do. I know a buddy of mine who once on a Friday night, with no idea what to do convinced his other 2 friends to accompany him to a Casino in Leicester Square at 3 am to chow down on a bucket of Wings, A Pitcher of Beer and witness a scenic sun rise gathering from within the confines of the Casino. I swear that wasn't us, we're a lot cooler.
Moving on, it was a pretty uneventful night; the alcohol having subsided from our system, we began our desperate search for a way home. Normally this can end one of 3 ways:
1) We take a Black Cab and pull buckets of money out of our asses in order to cover the charge
2) We take a Bus and end up in Zone 3 before realizing 'Fuck dude, where are we?'
3) We Walk.
Since none of us were really into this whole 'walking' phenomenon, we decided to take one of em Rickshaw style Cycles. It was a chilly night, so Siva instinctively grabbed a blanket and covered us with it, himself snuggling in between Waqas and I while we (the cyclist included) stared at him in confusion. Anyways, moving on from Siva's 'cringe' tendencies, we were on our way. Now normally, its a very quiet ride home, everyone's hungry and everyone's cold. However, we were in the presence of a legend. A legend who sang for us, any song we told him to sing. From renditions of Michael Jackson's 'Don't stop till you get enough', to Prince to Rick James to James Brown, this guy had it all. It was laughs and jokes until Siva requested an Iggy Azalea song. Thankfully before the cyclist could kick us the hell off i intervened assuring him that our friend was in fact talking about the legendary 'Iggy Pop'.
Eventually we came to the end of our Journey, a journey that i believe was more exciting than our actual night out. As we stood to the side, we got to chatting with Knowledge and we found out that this man was one of the first British Hip Hop Rappers to emerge in the early 90's. He proved it by spitting the kind of rhyme that could only have been ingrained with years and years of experience and practice. He wasn't just reciting, he was improvising. 10 minutes of spitting the hardest hip hop we had heard this side of town, we were truly amazed and saddened. We were saddened at the thought of how someone so talented could have ended up doing anything but rapping for a living. Eventually we had to part ways with knowledge as the water works had begun; Waqas, unable to bear the sadness we all felt had broken down and was refusing to wipe his tears with anything other than our friend Knowledge's jacket. With a sense of contentment and a hint of embarrassment we retreated back into Waqas' place. We had met a legend in the hip hop game, someone who had even managed to impresses Siva who to me is a rap connoisseur. Not only was this man well versed in the rap game, he was a man of worldly knowledge as well as someone who could appreciate all kinds of music. It was truly a pleasure having that moment with Knowledge and now before this post go's from satire to emotional, i will also make mention that at one point in the night Siva came across a Chinese cult who almost used him as a human sacrifice... But I'll leave that story for another day.
Knowledge the Wordsmith
Having a Riveting night - and i use that word lightly - was the original plan for the night but then we realized that the girl's we were expecting to show up, were in fact not showing up and it would have to be Waqas Raja (also known as 'Lord Varys'), Siva (don't quite remember his first name, its been a while since anyone's used it) and myself (successful blogger and overall good guy :) ). The night began as any night would, copious amounts of alcohol were consumed with little in mind to the way it would wreck our next morning. Waqas tried his absolute best to keep us from going out using the following devious methods:
1) Guys i cut my leg, i can't go out
2) Guys i cut my leg, its going to stain my pants i can't go out
3) Guys i'm wearing Siva's shorts, i cant go out in them!
4) Guys i have a lot of school work coming up soon in 3 1/2 weeks
5) Guys did you ever see the Notebook?
Now that last one, number 5), i'm not 100% sure about given our interactions with our mutual friend 'Black', however its not too far out of context. Anyways, moving on, right after Siva applied a 4th layer of wax into his hair and smashed an entire bottle of cologne over his head, we were ready for the night, we were ready to introduce ourselves to the female kind awaiting us in... Leicester Square.
Leicester Square, the place where dreams come true.. actually its the place you end up at when no one has any idea what the fuck to do. I know a buddy of mine who once on a Friday night, with no idea what to do convinced his other 2 friends to accompany him to a Casino in Leicester Square at 3 am to chow down on a bucket of Wings, A Pitcher of Beer and witness a scenic sun rise gathering from within the confines of the Casino. I swear that wasn't us, we're a lot cooler.
Moving on, it was a pretty uneventful night; the alcohol having subsided from our system, we began our desperate search for a way home. Normally this can end one of 3 ways:
1) We take a Black Cab and pull buckets of money out of our asses in order to cover the charge
2) We take a Bus and end up in Zone 3 before realizing 'Fuck dude, where are we?'
3) We Walk.
Since none of us were really into this whole 'walking' phenomenon, we decided to take one of em Rickshaw style Cycles. It was a chilly night, so Siva instinctively grabbed a blanket and covered us with it, himself snuggling in between Waqas and I while we (the cyclist included) stared at him in confusion. Anyways, moving on from Siva's 'cringe' tendencies, we were on our way. Now normally, its a very quiet ride home, everyone's hungry and everyone's cold. However, we were in the presence of a legend. A legend who sang for us, any song we told him to sing. From renditions of Michael Jackson's 'Don't stop till you get enough', to Prince to Rick James to James Brown, this guy had it all. It was laughs and jokes until Siva requested an Iggy Azalea song. Thankfully before the cyclist could kick us the hell off i intervened assuring him that our friend was in fact talking about the legendary 'Iggy Pop'.
Eventually we came to the end of our Journey, a journey that i believe was more exciting than our actual night out. As we stood to the side, we got to chatting with Knowledge and we found out that this man was one of the first British Hip Hop Rappers to emerge in the early 90's. He proved it by spitting the kind of rhyme that could only have been ingrained with years and years of experience and practice. He wasn't just reciting, he was improvising. 10 minutes of spitting the hardest hip hop we had heard this side of town, we were truly amazed and saddened. We were saddened at the thought of how someone so talented could have ended up doing anything but rapping for a living. Eventually we had to part ways with knowledge as the water works had begun; Waqas, unable to bear the sadness we all felt had broken down and was refusing to wipe his tears with anything other than our friend Knowledge's jacket. With a sense of contentment and a hint of embarrassment we retreated back into Waqas' place. We had met a legend in the hip hop game, someone who had even managed to impresses Siva who to me is a rap connoisseur. Not only was this man well versed in the rap game, he was a man of worldly knowledge as well as someone who could appreciate all kinds of music. It was truly a pleasure having that moment with Knowledge and now before this post go's from satire to emotional, i will also make mention that at one point in the night Siva came across a Chinese cult who almost used him as a human sacrifice... But I'll leave that story for another day.
Knowledge the Wordsmith
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