Last time I was in Vancouver, a border agent thought I was “stealing” jobs from Canadian DJs and sent me back home the next morning after seeing DJ equipment in my bag.
2 years passed and they sent me to the holding area again for screening. The border agent, who resembled Vin Diesel, was even more of a dick than the last one who sent me home. The agent questioned me about why I wanted to come back, and even took my phone to look up all the info he could get to nail me about a possible “unpermitted” DJ gig. The agent even tried pushing my buttons to get me to snap back at him by asking questions fast and telling me to calm down even though I haven’t talked aggressively toward him. After he couldn’t find anything on me, he let me back in to Van City! Cue up Drake: “N!**@ WE MADE IT!”
I celebrated my entrance back into Vancouver at a club my friend got us into called The Queen’s Republic. We even ran into a performance last night by Aries Spears. The DJ dropped beats as he did his famous routine where he would rap in other famous rappers’ voices. The voices were so dead on point that I thought Biggie, Snoop, DMX, and Method Man were all in the club too haha!
We stuck to beer all night since the club didn’t like to pour drinks generously. But, on a good note: we ended the night with some good ol’ Canadian poutine from Fritz! I took my time and devoured the gravy-fied cheese curded fries just so that I could enjoy every bite. I slammed dunked the empty container into the nearby trash can. I’M BACK VANCOUVER!!! What are we getting into tomorrow?!















