My friend hit me up saying he was headed to Philly for the Powerhouse show and asked if I wanted to roll. I said yes, told my boss I had to dip for an “emergency,” and hopped in the car. When we got there, he brought me straight to the dressing room—Uzi was in there, grabbed my phone, scrolled through my photos, stopped at some shots of Lil Tracy and said, “That’s my boy. These are fire. Whatever you want, let’s do it.”
We started making portraits. I complimented his Marilyn Manson chain, and he told me he’s got a few—then pointed to a tattoo on his arm and said Manson made him get it. “Been cursed ever since,” he laughed.
He also casually mentioned that Manson had an incinerator in his basement and that he needed one too.
We wrapped with a long, comforting handshake before heading out to the stage.
Video of photos being made here: Youtube
