I know what your thinking, and no I did not go to Gay Parwee or whatever they call it. However, on one of my nightly runs underground in New York City I ran into these three girls from France. Lemme explain...

I was broke. As usual. It was a friday night and I was coming from Club Downtime. To top it off, I hadn't slept in two days. So, here I am, dead tired and dead broke thinking, 'Fuck it, it's time to go home'. This was when I lived in Harlem on 125th street and I was walking towards the 1 train when these three girls dressed to party walked up to me and said in a sweet and heavy French accent, "You know the Palladeium?"

"What?" I asked, and they showed me this piece of paper which said, if I remember correctly, had an address and 14th E street, Manhattan. "Oh, the Palledium, yeah I know where it is." Now I didn't really know, but I knew how to get to the address. Now the ladies spoke english okay, actually it was just the black girl and the older white girl who spoke it the best and they were going in completely the opposite direction they were supposed to. They were visiting New York for the summer from a city in France, uhm I forgot, but anyways it was close to Paris.

Now remember, I barely have any money, I'm dead fuckin tired, I mean I can barely walk I'm so drained. But, I'm telling you, three lovely ladies from France who can barely speak the language, who are also depending on your help to find one of New York's most popular party spots being rocked by Funkmaster Flex is better than motherfuckin caffeine, man. So, being the nice, gentle lad I am, I offered to walk them to the party. Now, excuse me if I keep referring them as 3 ladies or whatever because I completely forgot their names. Hey, sue me.

As we walked to the club, they began teaching me segments of the french langauge as I enforced their shakey english. The black love was 22 years old and she was mad sexy. She had an earring in her nose and in her bottom lip and I'm just a sucker for piercings. Plus, she asked me if I had a girl which I thought was odd since she just met me on the street. I asked her if she had a man, and she smirked saying it didn't matter. Oooookay.

So anyways, I explained to them what I did and I reached in my backpack showing them segments of the Skratch Pad and handing them business cards and the whole nine. After that happened, I should've known that once we got to the Palledium that they would 'force' me to go in with them.

What could I do? I counted the loot I had, sighed, made a quick run to the ATM, sighed, came back and said, "Let's go." But I wasn't buying any drinks for anybody cause I didn't have the energy to walk back to Harlem. I was glad I did though. The french ladies were mad cool and I took them behind the upper level sound booths where we chilled and even ran into Loud Record's Yvette Michelle. I took pictures of them with Yvette and I know they want them, so ladies, this feature is for you all. If you happen to be reading this, page Midknight at (917) 646-0818. And thanks for a phat ass night. So what happend afterwards? I went back to Harlem and crashed for half a day. What else?