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TWC Posse


Otherwise known as: Depends on if friends, enemies, or the po po are talking to us. “Baby Huey”,”Sho Nuff”,”GPS”, and “CapNCrunch” are common posse names

Birthday: June 27


Hometown: Chicago

Current home: Mom’s couch

Working on: finding a way to pay bills, the weed man, and still buy bootlegs. Bills keep coming up short, ya heard.

I stay home to watch: Ice Loves Coco, Bad Girls Las Vegas, and Game of Thrones are current posse favorites

Worst childhood memory: when Moms would buy us the fake ass Jordans back in the day and make us wear them to school to get clowned by the kids with real shoes.

Personal heroes: Jack Bauer, KRS-One, and Stephen King

You may have seen or heard me: at White Castle on Addison and Elston at 4am acting like we popping bottles when in fact we were just smoked up and needed to order about 50 burgers

Nobody knows I’m: filling this out at the public library on the free computer, but this rent a cop said we gotta bounce soon, I hope the questions are almost over

My fantasy is: to hit it big in the lottery (or a fat ass dice game), and pay Tribe called Quest to reunite and open for TWC at our block party.

If I could change one thing about myself: We drink 40s, freeload, and hollar at women at shows whenever we want, what’s there to change?

People who knew me in high school thought I was: the posse isn’t big on skool and such. The smartest guy in the group is GPS, and he only took that semester of auto shop at Lincoln Tech so we could “borrow’ C-Note’s car from time to time without the keys.

My most irrational act: Letting C-Note talk us into trying on skinny jeans when we were at the local Chess King shopping for hoodies. Posse doesn’t do skinny jeans.

Pigout food: Fried chicken, White castle, and Girl Scout Cookies

If I’ve learned one thing in life: It’s that whoever said “nothing in life is free” is a damn idiot…of COURSE it is, just hang with us!

When I’m not working: Who’s working? Sure the posse members are forced to sleep on the couches of various band members (or their moms), but we have no responsibility and don’t have to slave for the man

The three words that best describe me: Pimpin’ Ain’t Easy





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