Tyson Fury Beat The Bronze Off Of Deontay Wilder

So, let’s just skip the formalities and get straight to the point, son. The fact is, Tyson Fury beat the dog shit out of Deontay Wilder, man. I mean, Saturday‘s fight wasn’t even competitive, fam. Like, the ass-whooping was so bad, Wilder’s corner had to throw in the towel, bruh. All in all, there’s absolutely no need for a third fight. Frankly, we all saw what we needed to see, brethren.

Ok, for those who missed it, the anticipated rematch between Wilder and Fury took place this past weekend. Now, as was the case in their first fight, Wilder’s WBC Heavyweight title was on the line. In addition, The Ring and lineal Heavyweight titles were also up for grabs, since Wilder and Fury are the top-two ranked Heavyweights. In any case, I thought Fury was going to win the fight the same way that I thought he won their first bout. However, I didn’t expect a flat-out pummeling, son.

Look, let me explain why Wilder’s corner stopped the fight in the seventh round. Real talk, up until that point, Wilder was getting abused, man. Like, Fury wasn’t just out-pointing him. Fury was bullying the bully, fam. First, he knocked Wilder down in the third round. Next, he knocked Wilder down again (from a body shot) in the fifth round. He also busted Wilder’s left ear and fucked up his equilibrium. To make matters worse, by the time the match was stopped, Wilder hadn’t even won a single round, bruh. Side note, according to one judge, Wilder won one round, but I think they were just being generous to the champ, son. In any case, Wilder’s corner had to save him from himself, folks.

Now, I know that Wilder was pissed that his corner stopped the fight. I also understand boxers like Timothy Bradley who would rather see a fighter “go out on their shield.” But, I expect that type of response from them, son. Shit, they’re warriors, man. As fucked up as it sounds, they’d much rather die than quit, fam. However, there was NO way in Hell that Wilder was going to make a comeback, bruh. Listen, if he couldn’t hit Fury when he was fresh, how would he hit him when he was badly hurt? In this bout, Fury turned into the aggressor and put all types of pressure on Wilder. The way I see it, it’s CLEAR who the better fighter is, people.

In the end, there’s no need for a third fight, son. Ultimately, I know that there is a rematch clause that Wilder will most likely activate. However, nobody needs to see that, man. By and by, Fury exposed every single flaw in Wilder’s game, fam. At the end of the day, if they fight again, Wilder’s just hoping for one lucky shot, bruh. Outside of that, there’s no fucking way that he can beat Fury, brethren. All I can say is, I’d much rather see Fury fight Anthony Joshua for the WBA, IBF and WBO belts. This way, we can finally have another undisputed Heavyweight champion. So, let’s get to it, people! As of right now, my money’s on Fury. That is all. LC out.

P.S. Can anybody think of a better comeback story than Fury’s? Fam, three years ago, he was grossly overweight, depressed and abusing alcohol. Today, he’s once again the Heavyweight champion and captured the only belt he hadn’t won before. All I know is, Joshua’s belts are rightfully Fury’s. Hell, he beat Wladimir Klitschko first, man. So, let’s get the proceedings proceeding, son. Good day.

This Delonte West Sh*t Is Sad

So, I won’t lie, son. On the real, I don’t even know how to begin this post, man. The truth is, this Delonte West situation is sad as fuck, fam. I mean, just look at the dude, bruh! Look, that man is the same man who played nine seasons in the NBA. However, based on his current appearance, West is having a REALLY tough fucking time, people. All I can say is, I truly hope he gets some help as soon as humanly possible, brethren.

Ok, for those who missed it, Delonte West is back in the news for all of the wrong reasons. Now, a video has been circulating around the internet of an alleged altercation between West and some angry guy in Washington, D.C. Well, in reality, it’s less of an altercation and more of a clip of him getting his ass beat. Shit, the video that I saw shows him on the ground, in the middle of a highway, getting stomped on by this unidentified man. From there, another clips shows him on the side of the road, ranting about a guy pulling a gun on him, with his face covered in blood. That’s where the above picture comes from.

All I know is, this entire situation is fucked up, son. Real talk, this latest debacle just adds to the long list of shit that West has been involved in since his NBA days. Hell, going back to 2009, I remember when he got pulled over on his motorcycle, carrying enough guns to rival Rambo. I remember when he was begging for change in Maryland. I remember when he was walking around and looking nuts in Texas. Keeping it a buck, it just seems like it’s one thing after another, man.

Now, it’s no secret that West has mental issues, fam. Like, a simple Google search would show that he was diagnosed with bipolar disorder a long time ago. However, it’s clear that he’s not getting ANY type of assistance, bruh. In addition, I have no proof that he’s on drugs, but c’mon son, I don’t see how that isn’t the case as well, son. All in all, I just wish that someone would come to his rescue, man.

In the end, I don’t know what else to say, fam. Ultimately, it’s insane to see what’s happening to this man. By and by, it doesn’t seem that long ago that he was getting buckets in the league. Now, he’s more known for the shenanigans than for hooping, bruh. At the end of the day, I hope that his friends and family will find some way to get through to him. Sadly, at this rate, there’s only one way for this story to end. Needless to say, nobody wants that, son. That is all. LC out.

What A Difference A Decade Makes

So, here we are, son. It’s 2020, baby! Thankfully, I’ve made it to another year and another decade, man. All I can say is, the last ten years have been a wild ass ride, fam. In any case, I’d like to consider this post a tale of two photos. On the real, the smile may be the same, but the LC from the beginning of the decade is DRASTICALLY different than the LC from the end of the decade. Shit, let’s get into it, brethren.

First, let’s speak about the LC on the left. Real talk, I was a fucking train wreck at the beginning of the decade. At the time, I was a brand new father, struggling with my career, dealing with previously-undiagnosed depression, self-medicating with Jack Daniel’s and stepping out on my then-girlfriend/now-wife. Keeping it a buck, it was my lady who held up a mirror to my shenanigans. Based on my issues, she had every right to leave me. In fact, she did for a period of time. But, I understood that I needed to become a better person. Not for her, but for me. The truth is, being the best me would ultimately lead to being the best companion and father.

Moving on, let’s talk about that dude on the right. Now, this LC doesn’t have to hide behind a fake smile. Currently, I’m a husband who’s fathering multiple little people, working the best job I’ve ever had, performing my music again, blogging and drinking socially (instead of trying to drown out the voices in my head). All I know is, this transition didn’t happen overnight. Instead, making small steps at the beginning of the decade paved the way for how my decade ended. All in all, life is fucking beautiful right now, son.

In the end, I didn’t write this post to just talk about me, man. Ultimately, I want my story to be a lesson to anyone who’s reading this. By and by, folks don’t have to wait for a new year or a new decade to make a change. At the end of the day, if there are improvements that anyone wants to make, then start now, fam. In addition, don’t be afraid of slow progress. The fact is, slow progress is still better than no progress, bruh. So, let’s all be better together, brethren. My wife always says “there’s no such thing as stuck” and I had to learn to believe her, son. Let’s start this decade off right, people. Yessir! I love you all! LC out.

P.S. I’m super proud of the fact that I look damn near the same after ten years, son. Shit, Black don’t crack, baby! Well, besides a few years in the middle when I was unnecessarily fat. But, we don’t talk about those times, fam. Good day.

LC’s Mental Health Check-In

So, I won’t lie, son. On the real, I was scrolling through my Facebook News Feed, minding my own business and I came across this post. Basically, Awareness Act published an article back in 2017 about the habits of people with “concealed depression.” Now, it’s no secret that I deal with depression. Shit, I’ve talked about it more than once on this site, man. However, I was still taken aback by how many of the 15 habits applied to me, fam. All in all, I want everyone reading this to see if they also fit the bill, bruh.

Ok, before I continue, I want to list the habits outlined in the article. So, here we go, son:

  1. The are often quite talented and very expressive.
  2. They tend to search for purpose.
  3. Sometimes they make muted cries for help.
  4. They interpret substances differently.
  5. They often have a very involved perception of life and death.
  6. They have strange eating habits.
  7. They have abnormal sleeping habits.
  8. They have abandonment issues usually.
  9. They are professionals at coming up with “cover-up” stories.
  10. They might have habitual remedies.
  11. They are always making efforts to seem happy.
  12. They seek love and acceptance.
  13. They have trouble shutting off their brains.
  14. They hurt when other people hurt.
  15. They always think of the worst-case scenarios.

Now, if I’m being honest, about 11 of those habits apply to me, man. Shit, even when I’m in a “good” space, I still feel the effects of a bunch of these habits, fam. In any case, since I know how my brain operates, I try to be in tune with how I’m feeling, bruh. Real talk, my wife thinks I should still be in therapy right now, son. I mean, even when life is going well, it’s never a bad thing to be proactive about mental health, brethren.

In the end, this post is really for everyone out there. Seriously, how is everybody doing, son? The way I see it, if anything about that article resonates, it’s okay to go see someone, man. Ultimately, we can all benefit from some therapy, fam. Now, I’m not saying that folks need to start taking medication and shit. However, there’s nothing wrong with that either. Frankly, I just want people to take an inventory of themselves and take the necessary steps to be better. At the end of the day, mental health is not a battle that needs to be fought alone. That is all. LC out.

Let’s Talk About Mental Health

So, I won’t lie, son. The suicides of both Kate Spade and Anthony Bourdain threw me for a loop, man. Now, my wife is way more familiar with Spade than me, but I was always a big fan of Bourdain, fam. In any case, their respective deaths hit close to home for me, bruh. Look, I’m no stranger to talking about mental health on this blog, folks. On the real, I’ve written multiple articles about my own struggles with depression. All I know is, we need to talk WAY more openly about mental illness. Frankly, it could save our life or the life of a loved one.

Ok, real talk, I’m not going to go into much depth about the particulars of Spade’s and Bourdain’s deaths. Shit, that’s what Google is for, son. However, I want to talk about depression and the damage it can do to our psyches, man. Now, for me, I can’t say that I’ve ever contemplated suicide. But, there were definitely times in my life where I didn’t care if I lived or died. Like, I never cut my wrists or tried to hang myself, but I would FREQUENTLY drive highly intoxicated. In my mind, if I happened to just run off of the road, I wouldn’t really give a shit, fam.

Now, as ashamed as I am to say this, being a father didn’t immediately change my destructive behavior. Keeping it a buck, my first son was barely a year old when I was in danger of losing my family. My then-girlfriend (now-wife) broke up with me because of my emotional distance, excessive drinking, partying and infidelity. Real talk, I knew I needed to make a change and FAST. Since college, my homie Mitch suggested therapy, but I always resisted. All I can say is, at that time, I knew it was now or never, bruh.

Anyway, I told that entire story because I want to stress the importance of getting help, son. Honestly, I didn’t even know I had mental issues until I saw someone. From there, so much of my previous behavior started to make sense, man. Listen, I was using all of my vices as coping mechanisms as opposed to getting to the root of the problem. Sadly, I don’t know what was eating at both Spade and Bourdain. All I can say is, it’s truly heartbreaking that they weren’t able to find the relief they desperately needed, fam.

In the end, I don’t want anyone to feel alone, son. If anybody is having mental issues or thoughts of suicide, there’s an outlet, man. Ultimately, there’s therapy and/or medication to help with those cognitive struggles. There are prevention hotlines to help curve those suicidal thoughts. Furthermore, even if we’re not the ones having the problems, I want all of us to be a helping hand and/or ear to anyone who is struggling. At the end of the day, I wish individuals like Spade and Bourdain saw the beauty in their respective lives. But, it’s not to late for those who are still here. That is all. LC out.

Depression Is A B*tch

So, I won’t lie, son. This post is a little hard for me to write, man. I mean, as much as I engage with the outside world, I’m still a pretty private person. In any case, at this particular moment, I feel like being transparent with everyone. Not only for my own well-being, but for anyone else who may be in my shoes. All in all, depression is a bitch and I know it affects a large number of folks out there.

Ok, anyone who follows this blog knows that I took a week off from writing recently. Now, as a disclaimer, I told people that I was taking a break because I was “burned out.” The truth is, my longtime depression has been kicking me in the ass for some weeks now. Frankly, I didn’t want to write about anything, fam. In addition, I haven’t wanted to go to work and I’ve had no interest in answering phone calls. *Sigh* I guess those are the breaks when depression rears its ugly ass head, bruh.

Now, if I’m being real, I believe a lot of my current state is due to anxiety. Namely, anxiety about the future. Look, anyone who knows me knows that I live in my head. I’m constantly planning and constantly trying to figure out my next move. Anyway, despite the fact that life is going really well right now, I’m still trying to map out the road ahead of me. For example, I’m trying to figure out where my career is going. Also, I’m trying to figure out where this blog is going. Hell, I’m even trying to figure out where my music is going. All of this while trying to be the best husband and father I can be. By and by, I’m trying my hardest to ignore that annoying ass self-deprecating voice in my head.

With all of that being said, I am super thankful for the people who check in on me. In all honesty, this post isn’t really about LC at all. On the real, I want to talk to anybody out there who may be going through their own issues at the moment. Listen, don’t be afraid to reach out to family and friends. Don’t be afraid to speak up about any trials or tribulations. Real talk, there’s no need to feel ashamed about it. A lot of times, people don’t get help because of their own personal hang-ups. All I can say is, none of us should let our idiosyncrasies hold us back from getting better. In the end, like I said in a previous post, it’s okay to not be okay. Ultimately, acknowledging it is the only way to move forward. That is all. LC out.

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Now, for anyone who’s confused by the title of this post, let me explain. Those numbers represent the votes it took for the GOP to destroy healthcare. At this point, if anyone has a pre-existing condition, then get ready for Hell. The Republicans have essentially ensured that the sick among us won’t be insured. All I know is, the 2018 midterm elections can’t come soon enough.

To begin, let me talk about myself for a second. In my lifetime, I’ve dealt with depression, migraines, acne and multiple knee surgeries. In addition, my mother has multiple sclerosis, my family has a long history with diabetes and I’ve lost several loved ones to cancer. All of this is notable because every condition I’ve just listed is considered a pre-existing condition. Under the American Health Care Act, insurance companies can now make healthcare unaffordable for people like us.

Essentially, under this new bill, insurers can raise premiums for anyone with a pre-existing condition. Basically, if anyone is sick and can’t afford a plan, they’ll have to deal with high-risk pools. These pools give companies the right to charge sick people higher prices than the general population.

In my eyes, it’s like people are being punished for being unwell. All I want to know is, why is being sick such a fucking crime? Why do our elected officials care so little about the less fortunate? Hell, based on statistics, the 11 states with the highest rates for pre-existing conditions all voted for Donald Trump. Well, I hope they’re all happy with their choices when they can’t get a doctor to cure them.

Ultimately, I’m at a loss for words, son. In the end, I better see everyone at the ballot box during the midterm elections. We need to get these crooked motherfuckers out of office, man. *Sigh* LC out.