| Date: | March 9, 1999 |
| Location: | Grayson Driving Range |
| Category: | Embarassing |
| Tags: | golf, thug life |
Notorious Thugs at the Driving Range
There is nothing thug-a-licious about me. Although, in high school, I loved me some Notorious B.I.G., and the East-West conflict. This song was THE song played to get crunk to go to... ... ...the driving range. Yep, to hit golf balls.
My friend, Josh Herchline, in his green, single-cab with step-side, Chevy S-10, would bump this as soon as we got in the truck.
Something about "Let's Ride, Let's Ride, Let's Ride, Let's Ride...Get High, Get High, Get High, Get High" got us crunk for smashing some golf balls. And, the 6:08 song was the perfect length to get us from the driveway to the gravel parking lot of the driving range, just in time for the hunchback old lady who ran the place to come out, roll her eyes, and say, "Can you turn that down?!?"
Everyday. Same thing. "Armed and dangerous, ain't too many can bang with us..." Our motto. Our creed. We were white. Embarrassing.