I remember being in Atlanta in 1993 for the Freaknic festival. For those of you who are too young to remember Freaknic, I will describe it to you like this; it was an annual weekend of hot women, hot cars, and hot parties in hotlanta! It was a Friday night around 12 a.m. and I was standing by the bar of one of Atlanta’s hot spots having drinks with my cousin Booo and some friends when 2Pac and his entourage walked in. This was pre Death Row so his entourage only consisted of around 3 people. The party was overflowing with women so we all stood by the bar drinking and conversing about how hot the women were and which woman we thought we could leave with after the party.

After two rounds of drinking, Pac decided to pull out a bag of weed. He asked me if I had a cigar and I responded by saying no. One of his boys handed him a cigar. Pac carefully split it, emptied the tobacco and proceeded to roll a blunt. After rolling up, he then realized he forgot his lighter and asked if I had I carried mine. Once again I responded by saying no. After asking a few other club goers for a light, someone handed Pac a book of matches. He lit up the blunt, took a couple of pulls and started to pass the blunt my way. I declined and told him that I had quit smoking. Pac looked my way with a smile on his face and as he exhaled he yelled, “D don’t smoke the chronic no mo'! D don’t smoke the chronic no mo'! What is this world coming to?” Everyone found this hilarious. Just as Pac was about to hand the blunt to Booo, the cops walked over and grabbed them both! I guess it was a good thing I didn’t smoke the chronic no mo'.

-dj