So I said I’d right a blog about my undying disgust for the Kottonmouth kings. They are just so damn annoying and just plain out lame. I mean look at all the “bros” and “bro hoes” that listen to them. It reminds me of where I grew up. Don’t get me wrong, I love my small town of Upland, Ca – lil town that spawned some big names. It’s one of the only cool cities in the IE. But for the most part, the IE houses a bunch of lamos. A bunch of Sullen, SRH, Famous Stars and Straps, bandana wearing, clunky white skate shoe sportin, sideways hat mobbin, black pulled up tube socks, spiky haired dumb asses! Gosh I loathe those kinds of dorks and the lame chicks that go for them. With their raised “bro dozers” cruising the IE by the sea (Huntington Beach) as they blast their shitty Kottonmouth Kings.
This is one of the reasons I had a left a former magazine I had written for, whose name we won’t mention. Loved my editor, he’s one cool cat but I hated how this mag was so associated with all that is lame as pointed out above (don’t take it personal if you’re still with them and reading this, it just ain’t my thing). Especially the Kottonmouth Kings.
Funny story! I was at an ASR party this past February and this dumb ass starts talking to me. Mind you he is the epitome of what I loathe (as stated above) but I was still polite. So he picks up this “magazine” and says, “You like this magazine?” And I was like, “Sometimes, I used to write for them.” He’s like, “Oh no way, cool well I’m in it!” As he so joyously shows me his photos of him in some clothing pictorial. I’m just about to shoot myself if I have to listen to this dumbass any longer. Granted, I still don’t know who this fucker is, acting like he’s of some notoriety. Then he asks me, “Have you heard of the Kottonmouth Kings?” I finally came back to life in a dull moment and joyously said “Yeah! I fuckin HATE that band!” Dude looks at me in shock and says, “Oh, well that’s my band.” Woops.
Now what kind of a moron would do this …