Nineteen years ago today, a man was put forth on this earth. Having
nothing more than poofy wannabe-afro like hair and lots of ambition, he
decided that he would make his name known worldwide. After spending
some time in South America, where the toilets really DO go the other
way, he realized that by moving to America, he could become even more
of a pimp, which was just barely possible. Soon after he moved to the
sleepy town of Pembroke Pines, he knew the way to pimp his life. Join
drumline. And so he did. Night and day he would sit at his house next
to his brother and play on his practice pad non-stop until threatened
with bodily harm. Is this a story about a man who quit while he was
ahead? No my friend, it is not. This is a story about Mr. Daniel Plaut.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY NIGGA PLAUT