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I’m not sure exactly how I was exposed to the “music” of Miami-based rapper Stitches, but I was immediately hooked. His style was rough and throaty, with lyrical themes almost exclusively dealing with his day job—a cocaine dealer. His raps bragged of a personal friendship with famed Mexican drug kingpin El Chapo, paying off TSA agents to help him move his wares through the sky, and his desire to impregnate Miley Cyrus. When I heard that he’d be appearing in town, I absolutely had to go.
For those unfamiliar: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XtW6HW8jO_U
While willing to join me on this excursion of the absurd, my wife Laura added the stipulation that we could go, but we were absolutely not paying for tickets (a deal we’d made earlier in the year at an equally ridiculous Insane Clown Posse concert, where even we weren’t depraved enough to fool around at). The show’s promoter had owed me a favor, so I was able to score a couple of spots on the guest list, and off we went.