Big pun

Little did I know, an e-mail arrived in my inbox inviting me to blog.

It is like ringing the bells like it was 12 on a Sunday. Cut shells being in a forced gun play.

Then I realised I am not Gza the Genius, and the rhymes above doesn't justify the gap that we leave this spot called FutureKL. The world has now changed, virtual and reality, hand in hand.

Is Vlad going to put on his Mexican hat, a gun on his right hand, and a bottle of Tequila on his left? Will he shoot straight after a couple of shots from the deadly poison?

Then again, we all know the answer. He just don't give a fuck.

For a short moment there, I thought Mohammad Ali gave me the invitation.