Code Name:Black Mission

So the night begins as I receive an unexpected call from the one like Tigga, his only words being "Come to Edmonton, it's a black mission!". For those with lack of melanin, this basically means a bunch of darker shaded rebels with nothing to do uniting and making the best of a wasteful night with the aid of  a plant in which you burn for intoxicating purposes along with various liver disintegrating liquids all resulting in phone sound clashes, drunken freestyle battles and arguments with bitter, dickhead, speed racer bus drivers who failed their train drivers exam. Myself being of an ethnic breed, I wasn't inclined to turn down such an offer and so I readied the essential items and stepped forward to the designated location where I would meet the rest of the posse. 

After a torturous ten minute 144 bus journey full of sickly travellers I found myself in Edmonton Angel. 

Do you like your directional options in life??

As opposed to dumb water? Thieves, seriously stop otherwise you'll be drenched with intelligence...

Where do you belong?

Dimples in her sexy new ride...

Fox's Jam Creams... Nice stomach liner if you were wondering... Mmmmm, Jam Creams...

Enter the skankin' McCavalry and Mad H.K.

Red caps off result in concoctions of an unknown vodka named Glen and your favourite chaser as modeled gleefully by Tigga.

Dimples certifies it to be a worthy combination.

As does Shadow Bwoy!

Once we realised it was progressively getting wet and not everyone would be fitting inside the car we decided to make moves to Dimples' domicile. Tigga and H.K took the bus as the rest of us rode in style... Smart move. Smart Water? Maybe...

Dimps is keepin' it oh so real with the major kitchen appliances in the living room by the TV.

 

Standard Cotchment.

Essential for ANY mission!

 Da man dem... L-R: Mad H.K, Tigga, Shadow Bwoy & Gremlin

It was well past Dimp's bedtime so in the early hours of the morning we said goodnight to our wonderful hostess and made moves again...

After the posse separated, I was left to walk the longest journey of all and I stumbled across the Garden Of Peace. Not as pleasant as it sounds Im affraid.

The last mile. I love this alley way. This is the path of peace, much better than the garden.

So here ends the night of the Black Mission. In conclusion, it was a substantial night. Constant jokes, constant intoxication(coincidence or result?). Can't ask for much more, especially as we all had nothing to do in the first place. Props to the providers, drivers and hosts(Dim-Sum).

Last shot of the night was again on the Path of Peace with me looking at the misty stars and testing my timer.

Peace.