Maloki’s a rock ‘n’ roller with one foot in his grave & the gloom of Amsterdam really put a zap on his head. He’d traded in his guitar for a skateboard to go tear-assing around the states looking for the shit….. Maloki got off the plane. He split from the whole fuckin’ program. One look at him and knew he’s wrapped to tight for America, probably wrapped to tight for Europe. He wanted a mission, and for his sins, he got one. A real choice mission, brought it up like room service.