Dear Gold-Blooded Diary,
Last weekend I was in my Oakland music studio, caught in a classic recording engineer’s dilemma: how come the microphone isn’t picking up sound? My bleary eyes squinted through a smoky haze at the computer screen, trying to focus my brain on how to fix the problem. Trust me, nobody likes an engineer who slows down the session through ineptitude. Two friends of mine were there with me; they were New York rappers touring the Bay for the first time and looking to spit some hot fire.
As I tried to scramble through the troubleshooting steps, one of my buddies, “Crim”, grunted, “Must be real nice bein’ a Warriors fan right now, huh?