Any annoyance or aggravation that Thurston had, quickly pulled a disappearing act the moment he took his seat on the plane. He always flew first class. For him it served as a reminder that he was somebody’s boss. It was one of his favorite pastimes.

Initially blinded by bling Thurston slumped down without recognizing who he was sitting next to. As the buckle up process began, the 6 multi colored diamond sawed off shotgun pendants became slightly recognizable. Flight attendants were plowing through the safety procedures when the full moment clarity occurred. The one and only Kid Ratchet was flying on this jetliner.

All the ingredients were there. Homie had wads of cash in his pants pocket like all the videos. Like all the videos he had iced out fingers and frozen wrists. Just like in every video he had the matching shades with his named spelled out on them and of course the grill from the videos. This was too good to be true and Thurston saw this as destiny. Of all the flights and seats and cities, what were the odds that the biggest rapper in the game would be on this one plane sitting right next to him? Even more incredible was that Kid Ratchet was talking to him.

“Nice grills shawty” said the Super Duper star.

Thurston almost shit his pants in shock and awe. His words trembled away from those aforementioned grills as he responded. “Who me? Umm my grills? Thank you sir. Oh shit I meant, I mean good looks my nigga.”

The Prince of Making Paper sat calmly and said, “Ay boy what’s up with you? I ain’t no ghost relax.”

As sweat dripped from his brow down to his testicles to the tip of his big toe Thurston apologized. “My bad, my bad.”

Now in utter awe, he could barely get his next words out. “My nigga you’re Kid Ratchet right?

“You already know, it’s yo boy” said the Sultan of Slang

“My nigga you the best in the game! Yo man your new shit is hot.”

“Thanks shawty. My next single bout to be off the chain. It’s called Tweet Me and yo that shit is gonna out sell every last one of these country music and pop niggas” said the Monstrosity of the Microphone.

“Yo that’s so fucking smart” said Thurston.

In an intensely unmelodic yet catchy tone the King of Making that Cash sung out.

“The hook goes, I got that dough but you can’t eat me. I got more cash so you can’t beat me. But if you really really really wanna reach me just tweet me. Just tweet me bitch just tweet me. Just tweet me nigga just tweet me.”

“Yo that shit’s gonna pop man. You should put a bitch’s voice in that part where you be like nigga just tweet. You don’t want gay niggas tweeting you na mean. Pause that. You feel me, retorted Thurston with innocent ignorance.

Kid Ratchet couldn’t front, he loved the suggestion. “Yo that’s ingenuous! Mad inglorious! You be making tracks son?”

“Fuck yeah nigga I rap!” Said Thurston

The pace of the conversation quickened. “Word what’s your name?”

“Thurston.”

“Thurston? What? Na nigga your rap name?”

“Umm you know what I didn’t really think of that.”

“You gotta Myspace?”

“No”

“Youtube?”

“No”

“Facebook, a demo, a website a blog, a twitter”

“Na nigga I don’t got none of that shit.”

“What do you have?” Asked the assassin of autotune

“I got guap and a dream.”

Instead of actually laughing out loud, the current Crowned Prince of Rap responded with some spelling.

“L-O-L my nigga guap and a dream, I fucks with that. Listen here, take this my nigga. I’m having an album release party at Eugene Electric’s on 24^th street. Come through and party with a nigga. It’s this Friday. Take this flyer, only special invited niggas got this. So you’ll be aight at the door.

With his hands being all types of sweaty, Thurston grabbed the flyer with great precision. He was hoping to say something cool but all that came out was, “thanks sir.”

The King Kong of this Rap Shit lightly chuckled, threw on his headphones and as suddenly as the conversation had started, it was over. There were no more words shared for the remainder of the flight.

As the plane landed in New York and Thurston’s dreams began to matriculate in his mind, he at least expected some final words from his new favorite rapper.

“Aight B, see you at the party! Enjoy the streets”, said Thurston.

Silence in return.