MY LIFE

I packed all that I could when I drove to Los Angeles. My college roommate Leon Whitener did me a solid and helped me move to LA. I had to leave a few things because I needed my music to play on the drive. I was too broke to afford ozone of those big kicker box with the "12 Sub Woofers. So I hooked my car stereo up too. my Radio Shack Realistic Home Speakers and hit the road.  

Route 66. One more 6 and I would have taken different route. Route 66 is the  oldest route in the country.   In late August oof 1992, I packed up my 1984 Mid Night Blue  Chevy Cavalier Type 10 with the hatch back with some chrome Crager rims.  It was SMOKING. For the budget I was working with its;

Mr. & Mrs. Robert and Rebecca Torry.  My Mom and Pop. My prayer warriors. I would be nothing without GOD's GRACE and my prayer warriors. When I was leaving they did a blessing over me, Leon and the car, then Mom sprinkled the car with Holy water and Oil and sent us off. She gave me a Rosary and we hit the road. 

Music is everything. Music can change your entire emotion and make things go from bad to good. When you're embarking on a long drive, you need music to make the journey easier. But not just any music, YOUR music. YOUR vibe. So Guy called on his guy, one of the baddest Mixers in the game, at the time in STL, now global, DJ Charlie Chan. He was before his time with mixes he was doing. The trip would not have been  great if not for the mix tapes of Chan. Those mixes of which are now Old School Hip Hop and R & B classics  were the wind beneath Guy's wheels. 

The trip was going well for Guy and Leon. Guy was rolling. Leon giving him shit about putting too much oil treatment in the car, but they were  moving right along. They were just bout to approach the toughest part of the journey. They pulled up to the Mojave Desert. The sign read 100 miles. No service. No Gas. No food. I was in a 1984 automobile. I just drove for 2000 + miles  from St. Louis. No cell phone. They pulled over said a prayer got back in the car, took a deep breathe and hit the road. At about 20 miles up the freeway, they saw a 1992 Datsun 300 ZX on the side o f the road broken down. It was a 1992! The year was 1992. Guy and Leon was in a 1984. OMG! We didn't stand a chance. 

By the time the college roommates hit Los Angeles, it was it was about 5:30 pm on a week day. RUSH HOUR at its' finest. Six lane freeway was packed like traffic at a free Taylor Swift concert. Even with all the traffic it was not creeping. It was 65-75 MPH.  GUY, behind the wheel and being from small town ST. LOUIS was terrified. He missed his exit three times. That was his welcome to LOS ANGELES. He had seen nothing remotely close to that. When finally got it together, he ended up at his brother's Joe's  apartment and let out the biggest sigh of relief. Joe and his friend welcomed them with a smile and laugher after hearing about the missed exits. 

From that point on the journey started.