I make them. I’ve got my coffee now. I put on my lucky work boots and stitch up the lucky laces that my niece Meredith gave me. I head back to my office, crank up the computer. My lucky hooded sweatshirt is draped over the chair, with the lucky ...
"Looking right cause my s— is tight / Blazing blunts to city lights on Sunset and Crescent Heights / Bounce to the House of Blues then I slid in free / With tennis shoes, sweatshirt, jeans and no ID" Fatlip is speaking of an intersection at the heart of the Sunset Strip. In 1992...