Boxed out

I didn't end up sticking around the Redman/Ghostface/Raekwon show for too long. It's a killer lineup for sure, but panic attacks have no respect for hip hop, and they'll just do their thing whenever. But I did stay long enough to mistakenly barge avec posse into the talent's private opera box. Raekwon was standing there in a long, diamond-y chain and a Nike box under his arm. He looked at me and my dudes -- the skinny hipster guy with one (1) large white guy, one (1) large black guy, and one (1) short half-black/half-Asian guy in tow -- and asked, "These dudes fam-fam?"