Banditdamack Is on the Run
Hemet isn’t a place that you visit, it’s a vortex where you wind up.
The greatest rapper ever raised in California’s Inland Empire nearly gets busted, and it’s mostly my fault.
Good thing we weren’t smoking.
The sirens are off, but the silence is plenty ominous. Only a few seconds separate the moment when the Hemet police car bends the corner from when the cops bounce out of the late-model SUV to start lumbering in our direction. No time to do anything but react. Until now, it has been an almost artificially pleasant Sunday afternoon on Presidents’ Day weekend. One of those subtropical 70-degree winter idylls that originally inspired the Eastern pioneers to exchange frostbite for the fertile soil of the San Jacinto Valley. But tranquility can quickly breed carelessness. Even if you’re Banditdamack, the hyper-vigilant 20-year-old storytelling phenom, who may already be the best rapper ever raised in Southern California’s Inland Empire. The slipup was harmless enough. We’d agreed to meet at 2 PM at a spot in Bandit’s downtrodden hometown of Hemet, a former agricultural depot of about 90,000 residents, located almost two hours east of Los Angeles. But he forgot to mention that he wanted to …