"Friends...how many of us have them? Friends...ones we can depennd on...Freinds!"

So this weekend my mans and dem came to Brooklyn from the Beantown. Yeah my mans Aeon Derek aka D- Erick and the lovely Elma the Prophet.  Shit was dope on a rope. I had'nt seen these two mickey fickeys in a minute and to be honest I was getting bored of NY (crazy right!?) We got lit! We ended up partying 8pm til like 5am. Cot damn. We started off the night drinking 40's at my spot where I met these cool ass folk named Justine and Johann. They were D's and Elma's peoples. If yall readin this here, yall are the shit! D and E stankyou vury much, I miss yall!!!

We ended up going to Happy Endings in Manhattan after Burrito Bar where we drank a 64oz margarita. These mickey fickeys played all boyband music for llike an hour...entertaining. At Happy Endings shit was dope. The DJ did his damn dissle. So the place has these two sections that look like massage parlors, so you know where I was. A heh heh heh...In that lil parlor looking shit, D-Erick the wise made these two people kiss cause the was feeling eachother but was acting all shook. Yo, D-Erick is a persuasive mutha mang. But all he did was state the obvious "Kiss her, dont be a bitch". It was hillarious cause they was on some highschool shit all embarrased like. Meanwhile I was gettin chased by some biggin's (BBW). I love all the women of the world so a brothas biceps is sore right now. I got caught trying to check out some random girls ass by this other chick. Hey what can I say "Imma Main" -Bo Diddley - James Brown - Johnny Voltik. Then boom "Din DIn... Din Din Din... Din Din Tanto! Jump on it! Jump on it! Jump on it!" The whole club was doing the Fresh Prince Carlton joint. Nice...

The next morning me and the Beantown stompers went to get some brunch. I had me a bloodymary and a mimosa. We then went to watch the playoffs. Elma the prophet is the shit! She told me story of her family lineage that was crazy! Wow.. Imma ask her if I could tell it to yall online. It hit me to the point that I had to leave and go write music because it was so inspiring. It reminded me of my purpose. When I got up to leave I know she knew it cause of the look in her eyes. Stanks Elma even if you didn't know it. On my way home I got invited to an open mic at this place called "Stay" the name of the night is Temperment. I will be there this tuesday. I will have my mixtape on me too. So in the words of D-Erick "Don't be a bitch". So right now go to nimbit.com/johnnyvoltik and buy my shit. Imma say it...This shit is Dope!!! What!?!?!

This advertisment has nothing to do with the blog but if you want that real shit...go download it. Each song is less than a cheese burger on the dollar menu. Just stating the odvious like my man D-Erick

~J...Bitches!!!!

Imma go listen to "Deep Fried Frenz" by my man Doom...