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.

New Year’s Gym Etiquette

So, welcome to 2018, everyone! Listen, we’ve all been blessed to see another year, so we need to make sure that we take full advantage, son. With that being said, let’s briefly talk about New Year’s Resolutions, man. Now, when it comes to making a change in a new year, “getting in shape” is always high on people’s lists, fam. I mean, it’s understandable because folks feel like they have all 365 days to better themselves. In any case, I have a quick message for all of the newbies who shall be in the gym this month: get the fuckity-fuck out of my way!

Ok, I know this post may cause me to seem uppity and pretentious. In addition, I’m only like 6 months into my fitness journey, so I probably shouldn’t be judging anyone. However; fuck all of that, bruh! Real talk, if today is someone’s first day in the gym, I’ve got dibs on the dumbbells, son! Shit, if I need that 40-pound dumbbell, I might slap it out of a newbie’s hand, man! Yeah, that person can wait, fam! On the real, folks should let the regulars get their workouts done before they start commandeering equipment. All in all, that should be the price of admission, people!

In the end, I’m all for self-improvement, son. However; I ain’t allowing cats to just hog up all of the space, man. Ultimately, I might have to be Deebo at all local NYSC‘s, fam. By and by, if someone asks me for a weight, don’t be surprised if I ask “what weight” and uppercut ’em. That is all. Happy New Year and LC out!