Manifestation at it’s finest. Remember my series of Drake in the Desert? Now I am one step closer to making this a real life love story.
It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon in Los Angeles. I hit Fairfax with my friend Robert and within 5 minutes of my arrival, I found my eyes filling with tears as I saw Drake exiting Supreme. I screamed “IT’S DRAKE!” as my body began to tremble and my blood began to boil with excitement. Things had taken a turn and I needed to make my next move quick. Drizzy crossed the street, with at least 5 OVO entourage members in tow, all wearing Drake’s signature owl tees and upon closer look, diamond encrusted owl pendants as well. The crew passed as I stood there trying not to fall face first onto the sidewalk. This was finally the moment to introduce myself to the man I had come to appreciate over the years. His album Take Care was single handily the music that nursed me through my break up; Drake’s art holds great significance to me. I sauntered into the OF shop, packed with Loiter Squad regulars and Tyler the Creator himself, but didn’t pay any mind as I just wanted to experience the beauty of Drake.
His wrists were showered in beautiful gold pieces and diamonds, his feet nestled in a neon pair of Nikes and it’s as if his leather pants were calling my name. I spotted his father in the crowd – I’m a REAL fan, so yes I know what his dad looks like – went over to him and asked if I may take a photo with his glorious son. He kindly looked at me and said “you’ll have to ask him, as everyone always wants his photo.” My response was “well sir, I’m not everyone and considering that you are his father, I thought I’d approach seniority first.” It was at this point he realized I wasn’t like the rest, asked my name and shook my hand. We began to chop it up and it was at this moment Drake began walking towards us.
No lie, the first thing Drake did upon looking me in the face was wink at me with his left eye. HOLY SHIT, what a glorious moment. I turned to him and asked if he could sacrifice a photo with one of his biggest fans. It was at this exact moment I witnessed Drake being the man I’ve come to love: soft-spoken, gentle, and warm. He put his arm around me and grabbed his crotch – if that isn’t a sign, I don’t know what is! Bonus: his father took this photo of us.
Don’t you just love our matching leather? Drake, if you read this, please find me. I’m waiting.