I put Liz on the movie 'The Wash' & all the other gangsta stuff I grew up around. Pretty little blonde wanted some swag, so I gave it to her. We'd stay up all night slapping old school Snoop Dogg, & by the end of the night she knew all the words. She put me on old Motown song, Brenton Wood "Gimme Little Sign" and bake these chocolate chip cookies with Oreos inside them. Up til 4am, me telling her about my dreams and her telling me her UFO beliefs. She was so certain that they visited her before. AT & I used to die laughing at her stories, but the way she stared at us, they might have been true.

I introduced her to all my homies. They all loved her, except Macey. Macey thought she was crazy, but you know how I feel about craziness. Sometimes I'm a mute, so I love to be entertained... craziness often serves that purpose. 

One night I took her out, made her dress up, get all fancy. You know me, after the spectacular, I just like to chill with the gangsters. Late night I took her to Zach's house party. Swerving through the crowd, I finally found him in the kitchen with a girl who was just an angelic as my date. We looked at each other & knew we were kings. We brought the angels to the dark side of the moon that night, something I take great pride in. Zach filled the gravity bong with water, I loaded the shots of Fireball & the rest was history. She got daps from all the gangstas that night, showed them how to really rip it. "Yeah that's my chick." That's the night we started calling her "Liz Khalifa." And the legend lives on forever. 

These stories, this is the shit I live for. Live a little, free your wants. Experiencing a feeling they've never felt before. Opening up their minds, because once they've been exposed to the great, they can't retract back to anything less.