A Day in the Life
40 is not the new 30. 40 is 40.
In my lifetime I have seen: an outhouse, an 8-track cassette player in a car, cars with the couch in the front and back (no seatbelt required), a Beta-max VCR (a VCR period), the beginnings of Cable TV, cassette tapes, MTA Subway turnstiles that were wooden and rotated in the same fashion as propellers or ceiling fans (and took tokens), MTA Subway cars filled with graffiti (a lot of art, a lot of trash pieces and tags), crack cocaine hit the streets and cripple the urban community and my Dad’s life, the 2600 Atari and 8-bit Nintendo game system, the Space Shuttle Challenger explode (live) in air, Len Bias die and make grown men cry, the Berlin Wall fall, Mike Tyson get KO’d when he was Iron Mike the Invincible, CD’s and CD players, New Jack Swing change the face of popular music, both towers of the World Trade Center struck by plane and collapse, a Black man elected US President, and my Mommy pass at 62. Things change.
I’m truly thankful to reach 40 years of life. A lot of my bros didn’t make it this far. I’ve realized lately that somehow, my last statement has become cliche to many. But I’m dead ass serious with all my words. I’ve done my share of being angry at life and disappointed. It’s time to keep it all the way positive at all times. It’s much easier on the soul. I’ve learned to overstand the ignorance, knowing that if it were to hypothetically get out of hand, I’d hypothetically put hands and feet on you. But we’re major. There’s no time for that. We’re striving for greatness. Thanks to all my loved ones for making my 40th a memorable one. You all are the greatest. Sincerely. It’s a #crewUnB thing. Time to shake a leg, and get up in the wind sugar. Short time.