I Finally Had A Popeyes Chicken Sandwich

So, after all of the hoopla, all of the delays and all of the unnecessary assaults, I finally had a Popeyes chicken sandwich. Side note, on some serious shit, rest in peace to that dude who got stabbed in Maryland. On the real, there is literally NO justification for that type of violence. I mean, it’s a fucking chicken sandwich, son. It’s NEVER that serious, man. In any case, after refusing to engage in ANY of the initial fuckery, I finally tried Popeyes’ sandwich. All in all, it was very meh, fam.

Ok, to be clear, I’ve always refused to stand on any long lines for this sandwich, bruh. Shit, as I stated in my original post, I simply would not lower my pride for food, son. Frankly, when I saw just how crazy people were getting over fried chicken, I decided to bow out of the race, man. In any case, now that the sandwich is back, I figured I’d take a shot in the dark, fam. So, after I got off of work yesterday, I went to the Popeyes close to my crib. After seeing only three people on line, I decided to finally get in on the shenanigans, bruh.

Anyway, since I didn’t know if Popeyes would run out of sandwiches again, I copped two Classic sandwiches (one for my wife), and a Spicy sandwich. Now, to be real, I didn’t know what to expect, son. Listen, the way that people were acting a mutt for this sandwich, I thought I was about to discover the Fountain of Youth, people. Truth be told, both sandwiches were just cool, man. Meaning, they were definitely good, but they weren’t nearly as life-changing as folks made them out to be. The way I see it, they were serviceable sandwiches, fam. Like, I’d eat them again, but they’re not anything I would actively seek out. But, I can say, they were absolutely better than Chick-fil-A, bruh.

In the end, this entire craze has been waaaay overblown, son. Ultimately, no one should be acting this cotdamn stupid for any kind of food. However, folks REALLY did the fucking most over an okay sandwich, man. By and by, people really need to reevaluate their lives, fam. At the end of the day, fried chicken should NEVER be worth this type of pandemonium, bruh. That’s all I’ve got for now, brethren. Good day. LC out.

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Boxing Is Killing Everyone

So, before my fellow boxing fans jump down my throat, yes, I’m being facetious with the title of this post. But, seriously, what the fuck is going on, son? Ok, I know that a good number of boxers have died in the past. However, right now, it seems like these tragedies are more prevalent, man. All in all, Rest In Peace to all of the fighters who have lost their lives.

Ok, for those who are unaware, Patrick Day, a Super Welterweight fighter from New York, just passed away yesterday. He died four days after getting knocked out by Charles Conwell in the 10th round of their bout. Now, during the fight, after a barrage of punches from Conwell, Day went down and slammed his head on the canvas. From there, the referee immediately stopped the fight and Day was taken to the hospital. Sadly, he lost consciousness and never woke up again.

Now, as fucked up as this situation is, the sobering part is the fact that Day is the fourth person (that I know of) to die this year from injuries sustained in the ring. I mean, based on the records I’ve seen, Day joined Maxim Dadashev, Hugo Santillan and Boris Stanchov on the list of boxers who’ve died in 2019. All in all, the number of deaths is higher than the regular yearly average.

Look, from what I can tell, one or two boxers might unfortunately die every year. In any case, there are also years where no one dies at all. So, I really wonder why this year seems to be a bit different. Like, what are the factors that are contributing to the spike, fam? Sure, getting punched in the face/head is never truly ideal. But, boxing has been around for hundreds of years, bruh. Frankly, I don’t know if fighters are hitting harder or if the canvas is just a cotdamn death trap, son.

In the day, the phrase “you don’t play boxing” is sadly accurate. Ultimately, it’s a super tragedy that Day lost his life, man. By and by, I hope Conwell isn’t too hard on himself, fam. The way I see it, he never intended to inflict that type of damage on Day. At the end of the day, boxing can be a brutal sport and we can’t take these warriors lightly, bruh. All I know is, they’re literally putting their lives on the line, son. Anyway, RIP Patrick Day. That is all. LC out.

P.S. Even though he didn’t die, Adonis Stevenson is another boxer who almost passed away this year. *Sigh* Shit is frightening out here, man. Real talk, I pray for the safety of all of these fighters. Good day.

RIP Atatiana Jefferson

So, I won’t lie, son. On the real, when innocent Black people are killed by the police, I swing between two different emotions: rage and numbness. Shit, depending on the day, I’m either a raging maniac or scarily numb. All I can say is, I’m in the rage stage right now. The fact is, there are NO circumstances that can justify the death of Atatiana Jefferson. Frankly, I’m having a hard time articulating myself, man.

Ok, for those who are unaware, this past weekend, Jefferson was murdered by Fort Worth officer Aaron Dean in her own home. Now, according to the story, around 2:30 AM on Saturday, Jefferson was babysitting her nephew. Apparently, her neighbor noticed that her front door was slightly open. Anyway, being a concerned neighbor, this individual called the police and asked them to do a wellness check. From there, within a second or two of arriving on the scene, Dean shot Jefferson through the window, in front of her nephew. Please note, he was lurking outside of her house and never identified himself as an officer.

Now, before I continue, let me address those “she had a gun in the house” people. Yes, motherfucker, if a person I don’t know is outside of my window at 2:30 in the morning, I have every right to arm myself. The truth is, Dean didn’t follow any protocol, didn’t properly assess the situation and shot an innocent woman in her own fucking house. On the real, I don’t want to hear any of that “he feared for his life” shit. This dickhead was there for a cotdamn wellness check, fam. What part of the game is shooting a woman through the fucking window, bruh? Honestly, I’m mad as FUCK right now, son.

In the end, I have nothing else to say, man. Ultimately, I just want to say Rest In Peace to Atatiana Jefferson. By and by, she died in the most senseless way, fam. In addition, I feel terrible about the fact that her nephew was there to witness that, bruh. At the end of the day, fuck Aaron Dean and I hope the courts give him exactly what he deserves. That is all. LC out.

It Feels So Good To Be Wrong About Amber Guyger

So, I won’t lie, son. On the real, I’m not the type of guy who’s afraid to admit when he’s wrong, man. Shit, if anyone read yesterday’s post, I firmly believed that Amber Guyger was going to get away with murdering Botham Jean. As of right now, I was happily mistaken, fam. All in all, this is one of those moments where it feels good as hell to be wrong, bruh.

Ok, for those who missed it, a Dallas jury convicted Guyger of murder. For once, someone was actually held accountable for killing an innocent Black man. In any case, due to this conviction, Guyger faces a maximum of life in prison. The problem is, the jury could also give her a minimum of five years.

Look, from the beginning, that’s all we’ve ever asked, son. Frankly, we just want our murderers to face justice, man. We just want our killers to deal with the consequences of taking our lives. With that being said, it appears that Guyger will have to face the music, fam. All I know is, this is how the justice system is SUPPOSED to work, bruh.

In the end, I have nothing else to say, son. Ultimately, I just hope that they jury doesn’t give this woman a light sentence. By and by, she should have to do some real fucking time for killing a man in his own apartment. At the end of the day, there’s no way to victim blame here. Jean was in the safety of his own home, minding his own cotdamn business. For someone who “thought” that Jean was the intruder, Guyger was the real one trespassing, man. All I can say is, she deserves ALL of the prison time, fam. So, don’t fuck this up, Texas. That is all. LC out.

RIP John Singleton

So, I won’t lie, son. I don’t have much to say today, man. On the real, this shit is just trash, fam. All I can say is, Rest In Peace to John Singleton, bruh. Frankly, it’s a damn shame that we lost someone who’s done so much for the culture. All in all, his legacy is solidified and we need to keep his art at the forefront.

Ok, for those who missed it, things went downhill very quickly, son. First, on April 17, it was reported that Singleton had a stroke. Apparently, after returning from Costa Rica, he experienced weakness in his legs. Next, on April 25, news spread that Singleton slipped into a coma. Now, five days later, the iconic director has passed away.

Keeping it a buck, Singleton was way too young, man. I mean, 51 is not the time that people should be dying, fam. Especially not when they’re still contributing to the zeitgeist, bruh. Shit, he was the brain behind Snowfall, one of my current favorite television shows. That’s not to mention Boyz n the Hood, Poetic Justice, Higher Learning, Baby Boy and all of the other films that showed his genius. Side note, I really wish he actually directed All Eyez on Me. Listen, that movie was a shit show and Tupac Shakur deserved better, son. In any case, I’m just glad that we’re still able to enjoy the work he put in, man.

In the end, RIP to a great one. Ultimately, we all need to get our health checked, fam. By and by, the idea of dying at 51 is shocking, bruh. At the end of the day, health is wealth and we all need to make sure we’re doing our part. Now, excuse me while I watch reruns of Snowfall and yell at Franklin Saint for not handling his own wet work. That is all. LC out.

I Almost Disowned My Mother Over Stan Lee

So, allow me to keep it a buck for a second, son. Real talk, if anyone doesn’t understand how legendary Stan Lee was/is, then I really don’t want to know that person. Taking it a step further, if I have a friend/family member who doesn’t comprehend Lee’s GOAT‘ness, then I’m not sure that I can continue our relationship. I mean, Lee was The Gawd, man! Seriously, where the fuck would Marvel Comics or the overall zeitgeist be if Lee never existed, fam? Shit, I don’t even want to imagine such a world. All in all, Rest In Peace to one of the greatest dudes ever!

Ok, now that I’ve gotten that out of the way, let me explain the title of this post, bruh. So, once upon a time in elementary school, I was a HUGE comic book fan. Side note, I dare someone to test my knowledge on anything before like 2005. Honestly, I’ve got this, son. In any case, around like the third grade, I came across a special comic book: an original edition of Amazing Spider-Man #300. Now, for anyone who is unaware, this issue contains the first full-length appearance of Venom. Moving on, the comic first came out in 1988, but somehow in the early 1990s, I found an original copy. Needless to say, I was fucking HYPED, man!

Anyway, even though Lee didn’t write that particular issue, it’s no secret that Peter Parker was his brainchild. Hell, Parker along with every other Marvel character who has ever mattered, fam. All I can say is, getting ahold of Venom’s first foray meant EVERYTHING to me, bruh! On the real, I read that comic once and put it back in the plastic, son. Listen, I didn’t want to risk creasing it, man.

Now, fast forward to my freshman year of boarding school. I came home for my first vacation and noticed my room looked a little different. Most notably, my bookcase seemed to be missing all of my comic books. To add insult to injury, I definitely noticed that Spider-Man #300 was missing. From there, I asked my mom where my comics were and she uttered four words that changed our relationship: “I threw them out.” I immediately asked her why she would do such a thing and she said “you’re a teenager now, I figured you wouldn’t want them anymore.” All I know is, that might’ve been the only time I legitimately wanted to hit my own mother with the Stone Cold Stunner.

Look, I told that story to highlight one main point: Stan Lee invented a universe that I NEEDED to be a part of. Like, he created characters with nuance, fam. He created characters with ethos. For God‘s sake, he based Professor X and Magneto on Martin Luther King Jr. and Malcolm X! What else do people need to know, bruh?! Yeah, these heroes had unreal abilities, but a lot of them had VERY real problems, son. Keeping it a buck, what awkward teenager couldn’t relate to Peter Parker? Being a superhero didn’t absolve him from the trash-ness of high school, man. The fact is, Lee built a world that all of us could identify with AND get lost in.

In the end, RIP to the greatest! Ultimately, his influence will forever be solidified. By and by, Marvel is stronger than ever and it’s directly because of his influence. At the end of the day, legends never die, fam. Long live Stan Lee! That is all. LC out.

P.S. Man, I still don’t know if I’ve forgiven my mom. Look, I just Google‘d the price of an original copy of that Spider-Man issue and got mad all over again. *Sigh* Her and I need to have another discussion, son. Good day.

Ian David Long: When ‘Thoughts & Prayers’ Don’t Work

So, I’m going to start today’s post a little different, son. Normally, I would give some intro about what I was going to talk about. But, before I say anything, I want people to read what Ian David Long wrote in a Facebook post the other day. So, here we go:

I hope people call me insane .. wouldn’t that just be a big ball of irony? Yeah… I’m insane, but the only thing you people do after these shootings is ‘hopes and prayers’.. or ‘keep you in my thoughts’ … every time… and wonder why these keep happening …

Now, to be clear, these are the words of a Marine veteran who shot and killed 12 people at the Borderline Bar & Grill in Thousand Oaks, California. Look, in one post, a mass murderer destroyed our country’s indifference to gun control AND mental health. Real talk, after every incident, politicians send out “thoughts and prayers,” but never do anything to remedy the situation. Sadly, Ian Long knew this, man.

At this point, no one knows why Long committed these killings, fam. I mean, there’s speculation that he suffered from post-traumatic stress disorder after his time in Afghanistan. Shit, if that’s the case, should he have been allowed to legally purchase a .45-caliber Glock handgun? Listen, these are the type of scenarios that reasonable people think about when asking for gun reform. Real talk, I’m not one of those folks who think that nobody should have a firearm. I just want to make sure that the ones who do are in their right fucking mind. Clearly, Long was not one of those individuals, bruh.

In the end, I don’t know what else to say, son. Ultimately, I can’t definitively say that I know the reason for all of these mass shootings. Is it gun control? Is it mental health? Is it terrorism? Is it a combination of all of the above? I don’t fucking know, man. All I know is, this “thoughts and prayers” shit isn’t working, fam. With that being said, I’m tired of all of the partisan bullshit. At the end of the day, our elected officials need to get to the bottom of the issue and nip this shit in the bud, bruh. For God‘s sake, how many more people have to die? *Sigh* Rest In Peace to all of the victims, brethren. Once again, a group of innocent people died for no reason. LC out.