FRESH LIKE 88 is a dream of mine. I dream this dream so well, that I almost live in the experience of this dream. Its a party that I've been dying to throw so much, that living without this party just seems so incomplete. Everytime I get close, something negative happens to push it further away from being a reality. I just want people to come and dance, and party, and drink and have such a good time that they'll wanna come back again. I want my man Def to get up on stage, just so he can die on stage. (Smiles) That will be clear for the rest of you someday.
Look, FRESH LIKE 88, is probably the birthplace of my dreams...my answer to Kanye's "I Wonder." Dog I feel like I been waitin' on this my whole life! Since this is a blog, and I am supposed to be open with ya'll, so I'll just be honest. I DON'T MANAGE MY MONEY RIGHT. I'M BAD WITH MY MONEY. I swear this shit is like a bad drug addiction that I need rehab for. Damn.
But when I finally clean myself up...and open the doors for all ya'll to come and enjoy yourselves at FRESH LIKE 88, it is going to be worth it. I am the king of pre-hype, so I promise this shit is gonna be dope. You can look me in my eye, and know that I put my entire soul into this party being a success. I wouldn't ask anything less.
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