i once had a boss who hated me

prince passportduring one of our many private meetings where he tried to ridicule me

he accused me of being cool.

it was a while ago but i think he said something like “and you walk around trying to be sooooo coooool…”

i was all, boss, i wear rock tshirts, jeans and a cubs hat, you think that’s me trying to be cool?

keep in mind, i didnt even have a car at the time. i rode the bus everywhere.

anyways, today, just like then, i felt that there was a level of coolness that i have never and will never reach, and that is Prince.

Prince is old enough to be a grandfather. Lord knows Tyga’s doorman would have let him into that club the other night.

And best of all today he released his new passport photo, because I think even Prince knew he looked like a sexy MF.

but when you look at this picture and try to figure out what makes it cool it isnt the amazing jacket or trippy Carlos Santana shirt

it’s not the Lenny Kravitz afro or Liza Minelli eyelashes

it’s that thin, barely there, Latin-influenced moustache

and pucker.

which all comes from heavy doses of attitude.

something i definitely had way back in the day, so maybe i was emitting some essence of cool.

but it sure as hell wasn’t Prince level.


had a good night driving last night


first ride was a dbag but as Ernie Banks used to say, sometimes you have to go backwards to get a running start.

next ride was fantastic, it was this guy who does security for musical acts.

for a while he was doing the weeknd, which ended last night after the grammys cuz the singer had a huge mansion party which i guess was the end of his tour.

this security guy had been doing this forever, like 30 years. he said the weeknd is a very sweet, shy, quiet gentleman

and super nice.

he even compared him to michael jackson, which from my vantage point is a bit of a stretch, but what do i know, i havent been working with the guy for a month.

i said, when you protect him do you have to protect his supermodel gf? he said yes.

i asked how long did you have to work last night? he said late late late.

i asked do you get OT? he looked at me. i said, overtime? he said i heard you, no we have a flat fee, and it is very generous.

i had just picked him up at a cigar shop on wilshire near brentwood.

we talked about various rappers and others who he’s protected over the year.

finally i said, omg did you hear paul mccartney couldnt get into Tyga’s party last night?

he said yeah. he said, that was the fire marshall. anybody would have let Paul in

except for the LA Fire Marshall. they’re the strictest.

and when i got him to his hotel he gave me $5 and i was all, awwwww thanks g.

next ride was to the airport and after that i got some in n out and called it a night.