Aug. 9, 2009 will forever be one of the most important days in American history. Why? Because on that day, Wiz Khalifa and Curren$y (The Hot Spitta) gave us one of the best joint (no point intended) mix tapes of all time: How Fly. It’s literally the soundtrack to the beginning of my cannabis career. I listen to it and I just sink back and think of simpler times: back when there wasn’t a Corporate America, back when there were no 7 a.m. alarms, back when there were no bills to pay. Instead, our only obstacles were thinking of a lie to tell our professor about why we skipped class, and trying to scrape together enough $5 contributions to get high before Cici’s Pizza’s Happy Hour. That’s where How Fly takes me.
But you know what also takes me back? The How Fly “commercials” that Wiz and Curren$y dropped before the mixtape. Dog. They. Are. Golden. I can’t even really tell you why, but I used to absolutely love getting high and watching two things: Wiz/Curren$y U-Stream (shout out to the people who remember) broadcasts, and these two commercials.
Maybe it’s for two reasons:
- I love video footage of people before they “made it” because it shows me that my goals are valid
- I simply love goofy stoner shit
These two commercials fall right under those reasons. The way they’re joking about how they’ll act when they become rich, famous, and successful cracks me up because they’ve both achieved that status and haven’t changed a single bit. It’s refreshing.
If you’re unfamiliar with these artists’ relationship and personalities, you might not think it’s so funny, but get high enough and you might enjoy watching these as College Dante once did. For the full experience, go to your nearest dispensary, grab you a gram of OG Kush (our preferred strain in those days), load up the bong like it’s December 31st, and take rips until you’re on the floor dying laughing at Curren$y using his best friend’s closet as a think tank, or Wiz on the phone yelling “Hello?! Yeah. HOW ARE YOU?! Me?! Oh, I’m rich!” It’s the best form of nostalgia.
P.S. I still haven’t forgotten that we’re owed a How Fly 2. And I never will.