sweet flick. you can't go wrong with rutger hauer AND ice-t. damn. WHICH brings me to my lone brush with fame: YEARS ago, i was walking down a rainy yonge street after serving a saturday morning detention (hence why i was walking down yonge street on a rainy saturday morning), and who did i spy walking by the uptown(RIP), but ICE-mutha***ing-T, his wife, and a member of his entourage!!! i stupidly asked him if he was ice-t. his majesty was decked out in a blue jays cap and matching jacket from roots..talk about being on the incognito-tip... the OG was explaining the marquee from surviving the game to his wife!! i asked for an autograph..harhar..but i didn't have a pen and neither did he, so he asks me for my hand and shakes it. he told me he'd just wrapped filming johnny mnemonic in hamilton. pure class i tells ya. hiphop needs some more of the oldskool pimpin'.
is there a store in kensington called death or glory? or is it death and glory.. moonbeam/moonbean.. what the hell.