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[indent][color=87c965]║[/color] [color=lightsteelblue]Name[/color] [color=87c965]║[/color][/indent]
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[indent][color=87c965]║[/color] [color=lightsteelblue]Birthday & Age[/color] [color=87c965]║[/color][/indent]
[indent][color=87c965][b]“I was born on August 8th, 1994. I’m 23.”[/b][/color][/indent]

[indent][color=87c965]║[/color] [color=lightsteelblue]Gender & Sexual Orientation[/color] [color=87c965]║[/color][/indent]
[indent]Male, Straight[/indent]

[indent][color=87c965]║[/color] [color=lightsteelblue]Occupation[/color] [color=87c965]║[/color][/indent]
[indent][color=87c965][b]“Trappin’ and dealin’, duh. Just kidding, maybe. I make all my money through music.”[/b][/color][/indent]

[indent][color=87c965]║[/color] [color=lightsteelblue]Appearance[/color] [color=87c965]║[/color][/indent]
[indent][right][color=10EFEB][i]“Patrick Jacob Booth, at first glance, isn’t what you’d expect when you think ‘underground rap game.’ There are no tattoos, no piercings. He looks almost baby faced, which doesn’t go well with his apparent criminal record: two arrests for drunk driving, and one particularly nasty drug charge that led to his expulsion from high school.

The only thing that confirms he’s even above the age of consent is well groomed facial hair, just enough to confirm that this is a man, not a boy.

According to him, the most expensive thing he owns are his sneakers, and that may just be true, they’re limited edition Jordans, not a spec of dust on them. Have they ever seen the sun? I’m not sure.

Underneath the hat he wore, which he only removed for a swift second to shake my hand after opening the door, is a head of hair that’s kept short, curled ends betraying the reality of what would happen if he grew it out. His height is slightly intimidating at first, but maybe I’m just short. Unbridled happiness and optimism radiate from him, he’s smiling, always smiling. He seems beyond content with his lot in life and I wish I could carry the same air.

Piercing blue eyes take me in, and though everything else about him is casual and relaxed, the eyes are different. If the eyes are a window to the soul, then this soul is the hardest working one I’ve seen. Even with this initial glance over him, I feel compelled to root for him. And after the interview finished, I [b]do[/b] root for him, very confident that he’ll have a trophy case full soon enough, and platinum records lining the walls.”[/i][/color][/right][/indent]

[indent][color=87c965]║[/color] [color=lightsteelblue]Personality[/color] [color=87c965]║[/color][/indent]
[indent][right][color=10EFEB][i]“When I first sat down to talk with him, I wasn’t sure what to expect. From the LA Lakers hat adorning his head, to the Jordan jersey from the Tune Squad, and a goofy smile spread across his lips, he didn’t look like he said the verses I’d heard before. They were, for lack of a better word, hard. He shook my hand and offered to pour me something to drink — the only things in his fridge were a bottle of orange juice and milk, I chose milk. He made it chocolate — no ice, PJ said it watered down the flavor.

After handing me my glass, he led me to the living room and we sat down in large bean bags, the only thing left in the whole place. The young man is preparing to move East to work with a new company. He shakes my hand with a firm grip that makes me feel confident that he’ll make it somewhere in life, this is just the beginning.

His blue eyes are soft, and his voice isn’t far off from what it sounds like when he raps, though he has a way of speaking that makes me feel at home. I pull out my recorder and my notebook and insist that we start the interview. PJ is careful to make sure that I’m comfortable before allowing me to press forward, and I ask my first question: If you were to describe yourself in one word — before I can finish the question though, he gives my answer:”[/i][/color][/right][/indent]

[indent][color=87c965][b]“Determined.”[/b][/color][/indent]

[indent][color=87c965]║[/color] [color=lightsteelblue]My Dreams[/color] [color=87c965]║[/color][/indent]
[indent][color=87c965][b]“When I leave the game, I want them to mention my name — like Pac and Biggie.”[/b][/color][/indent]


[indent][color=87c965]║[/color] [color=lightsteelblue]Autobiography[/color] [color=87c965]║[/color][/indent]

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[indent][right][color=10EFEB][i]”What was your home life like?”[/i][/color][/right][/indent]

[indent][color=87C965][b]“Uhm, it was alright. My parents were cool — but we don’t get along all that well no more. They don’t think my career path is, uh, sustainable, really? I’m doin’ alright, but they think that if I did what they did, I’d be in a better place. ”[/b][/color][/indent]

[indent][right][color=10EFEB][i]“What do your parents do?”[/i][/color][/right][/indent]

[indent][color=87C965][b]“They’re rockers, through and through. Mom writes, Dad plays. They help with producing tracks for a few bands out there, not allowed to say though. I think secretly, they just don’t like rap. Anyway, from the day I was born, I was surrounded by music. Instruments, a recording studio. It was a dream.”[/b][/color][/indent]

[indent][right][color=10EFEB][i]“When did you start to rap?”[/i][/color][/right][/indent]

[indent][color=87C965][b]“Oh, fuck. I don’t remember. ‘06? ‘07? I was twelve, and some dude that I rode the bus with showed me Gin and Juice. I guess it kinda snowballed from there. I would steal instrumentals off of singles, and hide in my room for hours and practice my craft with a couple of friends. ”[/b][/color][/indent]

[indent][right][color=10EFEB][i]“What’s your favorite track?”[/i][/color][/right][/indent]

[indent][color=87C965][b]“Easy. Hustler’s Ambition. Because that’s me. Ambitious, hustlin’. Not that I had much of a choice, my parents kicked me out when I was sixteen. Haven’t spoken to them since.”[/b][/color][/indent]

[indent][right][color=10EFEB][i]“What happened?”[/i][/color][/right][/indent]

[indent][color=87C965][b]“I flunked out of school.”[/b][/color][/indent]

[indent][right][color=10EFEB][i]“How come?”[/i][/color][/right][/indent]

[indent][color=87C965][b]“It was a lot of things. I would listen to Kriss Kross and Wu Tang with my headphones cranked up real loud and the teacher would kick me out of the classroom. I’d wait till my boys got out and we’d start a cypher in the bathroom. Always rapping, always practicing. Mom and Dad, along with the school, didn’t dig that.”[/b][/color][/indent]

[indent][right][color=10EFEB][i]“What was the turning point?”[/i][/color][/right][/indent]

[indent][color=87C965][b]“I got expelled for selling weed, and when I came back they’d check my book bag every day for drugs, so I just stopped going. Mom and Dad didn’t like the way I was heading, and said I could either do what they wanted and ‘quit actin’ black and pull my pants up,’ or I could ‘figure it out the hard way.’”[/b][/color][/indent]

[indent][right][color=10EFEB][i]“And?”[/i][/color][/right][/indent]

[indent][color=87C965][b]“I’m here, right? I chose the hard way."[/b][/color][/indent]

[indent][right][color=10EFEB][i]“What happened after that?”[/i][/color][/right][/indent]

[indent][color=87C965][b]“Nothing. You know how hard it is to come up in the LA scene if you don’t make the type of shit that gets played in the club? Cuz then the radio won’t play you and the strippers don’t dance. Might as well quit at that point.”[/b][/color][/indent]

[indent][right][color=10EFEB][i]“So, the MULA scene is where you really came into play right?”[/i][/color][/right][/indent]

[indent][color=87C965][b]“Yup. I really got to let loose there, so I’m glad I came all the way down here from Nor Cal. Uh, probably gonna sound like a hipster, but I was in those MULA cyphers before it got cool. It really blew up, though, from west to east, so a lot of rappers think they can get on by moving out west.”[/b][/color][/indent]

[indent][right][color=10EFEB][i]“And what do you call that?”[/i][/color][/right][/indent]

[indent][color=87C965][b]“Huh? Oh. Manifest destiny, haha. You heard that? Cool.”[/b][/color][/indent]

[indent][right][color=10EFEB][i]“Yes! One of my favorite verses. So, you finally got signed — Endeavour Records, right?”[/i][/color][/right][/indent]

[indent][color=87C965][b]“Yup! It’s a four album deal, so I’m hoping that I can finally make my mark. It only took Biggie two albums to change the world.”[/b][/color][/indent]

[indent][right][color=10EFEB][i]“You’re making money now, right?”[/i][/color][/right][/indent]

[indent][color=87C965][b]“Kind of. I got a signing bonus of twenty grand, put a down payment on a new car, paid off my manager and my debt for the studio time to record a few songs, and now I got like… six until I get paid.”[/b][/color][/indent]

[indent][right][color=10EFEB][i]“Are you excited?”[/i][/color][/right][/indent]

[indent][color=87C965][b]“Oh, totally. These guys called me, so I know I’m wanted there, at least. Plus, lodging is free.”[/b][/color][/indent]

[indent][right][color=10EFEB][i]”And last but not least — to appease all the drama queens out there — how is your girlfriend taking your success?”[/i][/color][/right][/indent]

[indent][color=87c965][b]“Oh… not well. She left me.”[/b][/color][/indent]

[indent][color=87c965]║[/color] [color=lightsteelblue]Reputation[/color] [color=87c965]║[/color][/indent]
[indent][right][color=10EFEB][i]”After spending almost an entire day with Patrick, what I’ve realized about his reputation is that he spreads it out, purposefully. The persona and stage presence of PJ B are firmly separated from Patrick James Booth, a musically talented individual who invests himself wherever he can. 

Multi-faceted, he is comfortable making music; he writes his own verses, produces his own beats, and mixes it all together; he can even casually play an instrument or two, something he learned in his younger years where he was raised surrounded by music.

He does collaborations with almost anyone, with the cheap price of two hundred dollars a verse, who would say no? He films music videos for other people in the scene, and tries not to limit himself.

PJ B on the other hand, is one of the more popular people in the underground rapping scene. He goes to an open mic almost every night, and has traveled to the east coast in the past just to attend a music festival. He can flow, has wordplay that is unparalleled, and he can even turn up his speed and chop with the best of them — watch out, he’s coming for the crown. Trap beats, old school hip hop, newer ‘harder’ beats… he does it all, and it works.

PJ B, the underground hero."[/i][/color][/right][/indent]


[indent][color=87c965]║[/color] [color=lightsteelblue]Extra information[/color] [color=87c965]║[/color][/indent]

[indent][color=lightsteelblue][b]Color code:[/b][/color] [color=87C965][b]87c965[/b][/color][/indent]
[indent][color=lightsteelblue][b]FC:[/b][/color] George Blagden[/indent][/hider]