ORIGINALS!

“These muh’f*ckas ORIGINALS MANG, ORI-GIN-ALS!” pointing to his scuffed up Space Jams to his homie scanning his gear with some HD cam he probably saved up for with his boutique store paycheque. 

One thing I hate about going to these in-store/block/shuffle parties is the random personalities that attend them. Unfortunately, the dude that holds this quote above is filipino. I attended an in-store Nike party last summer held down by the homies on Robson. Just as I expected, there was going to be one dude who was going to come in with his flyest shit on and get crunk off the free beer and vitamin water. 

Originality, is dead. There are very very very few things in this world that haven’t been done that aren’t impossible. Writing this blog even, un-original. Although, authenticity, you can claim. 

There are great people such as the man up there, Kobe Bryant, who have taken the game of basketball and made it his. We might be playing in our school yards, rec-leagues cutting around our defenders to the baseline and fading away, hitting a shot over two guys. We see things like that and we think, Oh damn, that was like Kobe hittin’ that game winnner against Toronto.

“Kobe!”

“That was some Kobe shit” 

If you ask Kobe, he’s probably thinkin’ in his head like.. damn, that look like Jordan in game 6 against the Jazz. 

That’s what makes people great. To be able to take another work of art, chop and screw it, to create another great piece of work.

I might not be able to pull up a jumper like Kobe. I can still pull up, if I want to, y’know. - God is Love