Scott and Karrueche arrived in L.A. and while on the plane learned that they were going to meet Karrueche's parents. Scott was surprisingly not mad at all, he was actually excited about it. Turns out, he was actually liking the idea of him and Karreuche being a couple, not to mention, her parents were just as awesome. Her mom was a sweet asian lady, who actually lived up to the stereotype and cooked up some kungpao chicken. Karreuche's dad was a CEO at MTV, who lived a bi-coastal lifestyle, the two bonded over Scott's love for music. Karrueche's dad was also looking for someone to DJ the MTV Spring Break '12 and even offered Scott the job. Scott had never experienced support for his career choice, so he immedietly fell in love with Karrueche's parents. "This girl could really be something." Scott thought to himself.
Scott left L.A with a new gig, an official girlfriend, and an open wound.
This weekend made scott remember the Winter in which his mom and divorced, changing Scott's life forever. Scott had never forgotten the abuse he was the victim of, the nights that his father would come home drunk, waking Scott up from his sleep with a smack in the face and beating to follow, or the lonely nights Scott spent alone after he moved out.
The endless nights of love and other drugs have seemed to help him cover up the pain. He couldn't talk to Karrueche about it, he had never talked to anyone about it. Since he was on an airplane, he knew what he had to do. Scott knew right at this moment that he either needed to do some drugs or have him self a good cry. To the bathroom he goes...
The Crime
Scott woke up on this fine March morning and decided to smoke a blunt with a girl named Karrueche Tran, an aspiring model of asian and black descent who he had been hanging out with a lot, but the weird thing was, Scott liked this girl and he didn't even know how that happened. Scott found himself taking her out, calling her on a regular basis, he even found himself wanting to have conversations with her, not just sex. As a matter of fact, the only reason Scott woke up this early was because Karrueche had to catch a 6am flight. This girl was awesome, and she made him happy, which is the most important thing. She even partied all night last night and only got 2 hours of sleep because of the plane she had to catch. Scott had also never met a girl who liked drugs as much he does.
The two of them sat on Scott's balcony, which over looks the city and had themselves a stoner's breakfast (Kush and Orange Juice), they were chilling for a while when all of sudden she screamed "Oh shit that guys getting mugged!"
"Ohhh shit!" Scott replied, even though there wasn't much him or Karrueche could do except watch the guy run away. They were pretty high, so they pretty much didn't care about anything.
Scott drove Karrueche to the airport, and quickly learned that neither of the two of them wanted to leave each other. "Come with me" Karrueche said. "Come with me to L.A. for the weekend."
Scott said yes immediately, without asking any questions, parked his car, bought a ticket and the two flew of to California.
Happiness Exists when you dont know a thing..
Most Dangerous Time of the Year
Scott awoke, rolled over and immedietly lit a blunt, threw on some PJ's and headed to Isabella's Cafe for breakfast. To his surprise, the blind man was standing outside; not to his surprise, he was collecting donations. Scott threw a ten dollar bill into the bucket and began walking away when the blind man said "I'm human, but I was raised by elves." Scott, being the movie lover that he was, responded with "I'm human...raised by humans." "Remember what I told you Scott,
Wat will come will come. Even if I shroud it all in silence." Scott was in such shock he decided to go home and lay down. He wasn't sure if the man was a angel or something, and he definetly wasn't sure what the quote meant.
It was Christmastime, so Scott was working (and partying) more than ever. Scott was in a good place (to him at least), his motto was to for live for
today, plan for tomorrow and party tonight.
As Scott was wrapping up his equipment for this Christmas party, Ralph, the guy who hired him for the gig walked up to him, reached in his pocket, and pulled out two tickets. Scott looked at him like he was crazy and said "What's this dude?"
"These are two tickets to a Ski Resort, I dont have any money cause I've been making it rain on these hoes all night, thanks to your music of course." Ralph replied. The music being referred to included dubstep versions of "You're a mean one Mr. Grinch" and "We Wish You a Merry Christmas" Any other time Scott would demand money, but with his recent success, he decided to just take the tickets. Now the only question was who to invite.
Scott knew that any girl would be willing to go with him, but he wanted to take a different route, the next morning, he decided to give his friend/drug dealer Otto Vandersloot a call.
Otto answered the phone, "Hey, what's up man? Run out of weed already this time?", he said jokingly. "Oh yeah man, I just blew through an entire ounce single-handedly, its been a wild three days, I've pretty much been high ever since I left your apartment that day", Scott said laughing and obviously joking around as well. " "You know Scott, you're turning into one of my favorite customers.", Otto replied. "Nice dude, because you're definitely one of my favorite dealers", Scott said laughing, "Anyway, I called because I just scored a trip for two at this sick ski resort up in the mountains. The guy I was DJing for last night, didn't have any money so he just paid me by giving me his ski trip reservations, pretty sweet huh? You wanna come with?" "Yeah dude, that's awesome, I'm totally up for a little skiing. I'm surprised you're not bringing a lady friend instead though? What's up with that?", Otto asked. "To be honest with you, I'm just tired of hanging with bitches all the time, I need some bro time.", Scott explained. "Oh alright man, I gotcha. So when do we leave?", Otto said. "I'm about to grab a taxi and I'll be at your place in about 20 to pick you up. Just throw some warm clothes in a bag and you'll be good to go, the guy even rented skis for us.", Scott said enthusiastically. "Alright man, sounds like a plan, I'll see you in a bit."
The ski trip included binge drinking, weed smoking and pill popping. Scott and Otto got so fucked up that Otto cracked his ribs and had to get medical attention. That didn't stop Scott from partying though, he continued to drink as much as possible. Somehow, Scott ended up in his room, and woke up at about 7pm the next day with a bandage on his side, along with 12 stitches. He didn't know where Otto was, but there was no way Scott was getting out his bed. For once, Scott realized that he parties a little too hard. But only God knows what it'll take for Scott to make a real change.
As Scott was wrapping up his equipment for this Christmas party, Ralph, the guy who hired him for the gig walked up to him, reached in his pocket, and pulled out two tickets. Scott looked at him like he was crazy and said "What's this dude?"
"These are two tickets to a Ski Resort, I dont have any money cause I've been making it rain on these hoes all night, thanks to your music of course." Ralph replied. The music being referred to included dubstep versions of "You're a mean one Mr. Grinch" and "We Wish You a Merry Christmas" Any other time Scott would demand money, but with his recent success, he decided to just take the tickets. Now the only question was who to invite.
Scott knew that any girl would be willing to go with him, but he wanted to take a different route, the next morning, he decided to give his friend/drug dealer Otto Vandersloot a call.
Otto answered the phone, "Hey, what's up man? Run out of weed already this time?", he said jokingly. "Oh yeah man, I just blew through an entire ounce single-handedly, its been a wild three days, I've pretty much been high ever since I left your apartment that day", Scott said laughing and obviously joking around as well. " "You know Scott, you're turning into one of my favorite customers.", Otto replied. "Nice dude, because you're definitely one of my favorite dealers", Scott said laughing, "Anyway, I called because I just scored a trip for two at this sick ski resort up in the mountains. The guy I was DJing for last night, didn't have any money so he just paid me by giving me his ski trip reservations, pretty sweet huh? You wanna come with?" "Yeah dude, that's awesome, I'm totally up for a little skiing. I'm surprised you're not bringing a lady friend instead though? What's up with that?", Otto asked. "To be honest with you, I'm just tired of hanging with bitches all the time, I need some bro time.", Scott explained. "Oh alright man, I gotcha. So when do we leave?", Otto said. "I'm about to grab a taxi and I'll be at your place in about 20 to pick you up. Just throw some warm clothes in a bag and you'll be good to go, the guy even rented skis for us.", Scott said enthusiastically. "Alright man, sounds like a plan, I'll see you in a bit."
The ski trip included binge drinking, weed smoking and pill popping. Scott and Otto got so fucked up that Otto cracked his ribs and had to get medical attention. That didn't stop Scott from partying though, he continued to drink as much as possible. Somehow, Scott ended up in his room, and woke up at about 7pm the next day with a bandage on his side, along with 12 stitches. He didn't know where Otto was, but there was no way Scott was getting out his bed. For once, Scott realized that he parties a little too hard. But only God knows what it'll take for Scott to make a real change.
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