Damn, Juice WRLD

So, I won’t lie, son. On the real, I’m not going to sit here and pretend like I’m well-versed in Juice WRLD‘s discography. I mean, I fuck with “Lucid Dreams” and I fuck with “Empty,” but I’m not going to perpetrate like his music resonated with me like it did with younger cats. But, that’s neither here nor there, man. The fact is, it’s fucking sad that a 21-year-old died, fam. All in all, he was way too young and had too much to live for, bruh.

Ok, for those who are unaware, Juice WRLD passed away on Sunday. Now, according to reports, he suffered a seizure after landing at Chicago‘s Midway International Airport. As of right now, a cause of death hasn’t been determined. From what I’ve read, an autopsy will be performed today (Monday). All I can say is, I hate to make assumptions, but it’s hard for me not to speculate that drugs may have played a part in this.

Look, since Juice stepped on the scene, he talked about his past drug (ab)use. Shit, he openly confessed to sipping lean and popping various pills like Percocet and Xanax. On top of that, his lyrics were always littered with references to his pain and discontent. Real talk, I remember listening to his second album, Death Race for Love, and being uncomfortable with his tales of unhappiness. Listen, as a 34-year-old dude, I couldn’t help but wonder why he was so down in his songs. Then, I had to remember where I was at 21, dealing with depression, and I couldn’t help but empathize, son.

Now, to be clear, I have no proof that drugs had anything to do with Juice’s death, man. Hell, he could’ve passed from some undiagnosed health issue. But, given the context of his music, I don’t think it’s out of the realm of possibility, fam. Regardless, Juice was a young and talented dude who was just getting started, bruh. All I know is, 21 is waaaaaaay too fucking young to die, son. Frankly, he barely got to live at all, brethren.

In the end, I just want to send my condolences to his friends and loved ones. Ultimately, a situation like this will never be an easy pill to swallow. By and by, I may be getting soft as I get older, but anyone dying this young is just sad as fuck, son. At the end of the day, I hope we all realize that life isn’t guaranteed for any of us. So, I pray that we all live in the most meaningful way possible. Rest In Peace, Juice WRLD. That is all. LC out.

Whitney Houston Never Lived Her Truth

So, here we are, son. It’s 2019 and Robyn Crawford just confirmed something that we all innately knew: she had a romantic relationship with Whitney Houston. Now, if I’m being frank, Crawford’s connection with Houston is not the illuminating part of this story, man. Instead, I’m a lot more interested in the fallout from their union, fam. The way I see it, Houston never lived her truth, bruh. Because of this, she always had to hide a portion of her real self.

Ok, for those who missed it, Crawford, Houston’s lifelong friend, just released a new memoir. Now, as the title suggests, A Song for You: My Life with Whitney Houston details Crawford’s experience with the legendary singer. In totality, the book outlines the near three decades that the two women spent together. Along the way, Crawford speaks about Houston’s career, her marriage to Bobby Brown and the highs/lows of Houston’s life. But, of course, people naturally gravitated to the tales of romance between the two.

Now, according to Crawford, both women were physical with each other for about two years in the early 1980s. However, as soon as Houston’s career started to take off, the romance aspect died. Moving on, there were a few reasons why Houston felt compelled to end that part of their relationship. First, there was Cissy Houston and religion. The truth is, Whitney was worried about how she would be viewed by her mother and the church for having same-sex relations. Shit, Cissy even admitted to Oprah Winfrey that she wouldn’t have approved of Whitney being a lesbian. Furthermore, it was a well-established fact that Cissy hated Crawford for this very reason.

Second, there was Clive Davis and the music business. The fact is, all parties involved were worried about Houston’s “image.” Real talk, they didn’t believe that the general public was ready for a non-heterosexual Pop star. Sadly, they were absolutely right, son. Keeping it a buck, that era wasn’t very tolerant, man. In my eyes, Houston would’ve been shunned if she came out as lesbian or bisexual.

The thing is, I truly believe this ideology is the most backwards shit in the world, fam. So, people preferred Bobby Brown and cocaine over a same-sex relationship with Crawford? Like, that was the better choice, bruh? Side bar, I’m not blaming Brown for all of Houston’s troubles, folks. All I can say is, the two of them were fucking bad for each other. Love or not, they made piss-poor decisions together. With that being said, it would’ve been better for them to stay apart.

In the end, I honestly believe this “conformity” altered the course of Whitney Houston’s life. Ultimately, I think she would’ve been a more adjusted person if she didn’t have to hide aspects of herself. By and by, just to keep Crawford around, Houston had to make her an employee. All I know is, it didn’t have to be that way, son. At the end of the day, a person’s sexuality shouldn’t dictate how the world reacts to them. The wild part is, Houston would’ve been a lot freer if she came up in this era, man. But, that’s not the way the world works, fam. All in all, shout-out to Crawford for finally speaking her truth and RIP to the incomparable Whitney Houston. That is all. LC out.

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.

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.