M. L. Monty's (pure heart and soul)

It had the stuff that legends were made of. It was loved by all who were privileged enough access it's domain. Eclectic to say the least, it's the spot we had, or rather Suge had, an acquittal party for Snoop when he "beat the Rap" on his unfortunate and untimely trial. Talk about untimely, it was one of the final spots that Tupac basked in, enjoying one of his last hurrah's, gorging on the good life, before his ill-fated trip to viva Las Vegas, before his early demise. So much promise, snuffed out in a heart beat.

This is not to say that Monty's was a notorious hangout for Raps elite only, Quite to the contrary. An amalgamation of luminaries hung there. An amalgamation form every elitist walk of life. Renown physician's, judge's, politico's, actor's and actresses, foreign dignitaries, a whole slew of esoteric, poignantly interesting characters were the cast which will be lionized in the epic tale, the LIFE AND TIMES OF: MONTY'S, The Realm on High. I, prey tell, happened to be one of the lucky one's to bear witness to all of the shenanigans and happenings that blessed this, my favorite hang of all times. I shed a tear for it's passing as I know many of my fellow "cohorts" who shared the same space do. It was like being a member of a fraternal order, some secret society for specialist in enjoying the lofty, yet down to earth, expressionist art that Monty's Westwood was and still is, in the hearts and souls, of those who frequented this establishment, on an almost daily basis.

"Uncle" Marty Fox regally posing with his big cigar (I preferred Diamond Crowns, 52 ring myself but he, well, nothing but the best...), Steve "Super Thrifty Man" Gross, and I don't say that to mean his economic ways either (a beneficent soul he is, loud Prince Morris, from Africa, RK (what does he do again?...) anchoring a truly United Nations, speakeasy styled, very varied universe, with his no speaking Japanese ass. What I meant to say was, he is Japanese, but he doesn't speak one sentence of it, AT ALL. I wonder how his wonderful mom Jean (Or is it Gene? After all this time of knowing her I'm embarrassed to say, I don't even know how to spell her name properly. That's it, I'm going to Hell.)out and his "cool hand Luke" father, Mr. Ray Kabuto, feel about that? Gee, could that be strike two? Got me second guessing myself. Did I spell their last name right, Gawwwddd, that's it, straight to Hell.