Our Trip to Miami was really inspiring. Back home I was DJing at my friend’s parties and at school events. After tenth grade I dropped out of school. In Germany, this is called Mittlere Reife, which is not exactly a dropout, but you can´t easily continue studying. But I was determined that I wanted to go back home to Colombia.
So meeting with puffy didn´t really work out, but we still had some weeks of adventure ahead. It was the time of Fast and the Furious, and everybody had these pimped cars, so the hangouts were the place to be. My Primostook us to a big one, somewhere quiet abroad.
There were hundreds of people gathered and dozens of drivers were showing up with their latest installments.
Then the races began. The noise from the exhaust pipes drowned out the heavy basses of the sound systems.
This was all really exciting for two 15 years old. And this was just the beginning. We had no idea a flood of certain car type was already on its way.
First I saw the lights of the helicopters flying over our heads, then my ears picked the coming sirens. Dozens of police cars surrounded the complete area let nobody escape. For now, we were trapped in what turned out to be a massive police operation.
A few hours later, after many arrests were made, finally we got away with a warning and drove back home. I think my primos didn´t go back to the races after that.
Anyway, this is the story of how I discovered Reggaeton, an experience that would have a massive impact on my life later on.
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