2Pac

2Pac is alive! i swear. i saw him last night at marina mall. i bet no one thought he'd be hiding out in kuwait. alright, so maybe 2Pac really is dead (RIP 2Pac), but he lives on in kuwait. last night neil and i were at the mall (yes, my dream, friday night at the mall--this shall be discussed in a later post) and out walks 2Pac and his entourage from the virgin mega store. 2Pac was just as i remembered- bandana tied around his bald head, jewelry, jersey (someone should have reminded 2Pac he represented oakland, not san fran, since he was wearing the wrong team jersey). he was a little shorter and took out the nose ring, but i still knew it was him. 

hip hop is global. i know this. i have even read this book all about it. but when i see hip hop culture in kuwait it fascinates me. there's a group of guys who congregate along the gulf showing off their nice purple, orange, and green low riders. there's another group who breakdances beside the skate park. there's this store, homies. and of course, there's 2Pac. i'm not sure what all this means quite yet. maybe i'll see Biggie at the mall next time and he'll clue me in.