Once, at an unknown college in an unknown course in an unknown lecture hall, a final was given. Students in the course had been studying intensely for the past couple weeks, knowing they were in for a tough final, perhaps one of epic proportions. Papers and pens were ready. But, instead of a hard copy final being issued, the lone final question was written on the dry erase board in black ink. It simply read "Why?"
Students throughout the hall pondered the single worded sentence, then began to go to task. Many wrote pages. Some took the full amount of allotted time to answer the question. But only one A+ was given in a class of a couple hundred students. The only correct answer (to Why?)..."Why not?"
Go on 'head and marinate on that.
Most of the time when I write these blogs, I'm caught between trying to push my own agenda at that particular moment or just giving y'all that uncut raw y'all used to. Believe me, sometimes I want the world to revolve around me. But this thing here is bigger than me. This is a movement. And thou shall not impede the speed of locomotive. Much love to those who have remained true to who they are, to those who still rock with the same squad they've been rocking with since back when. Even if your team is separated by thousands of miles, you all are just a thought away. Crew love is crew love. Much love to all my squads from over twenty years ago to ten years ago to five years ago: NFL Clique class of '96 (fo' MF life) to the Huntley Hall Rat Pack (VUU Panther Pride) to @crewunB. Love infinite.
We're in these streets like Chinese restaurants and bodegas. The limited edition New Era UnB vintage logo snapbacks are moving like rush hour transit through Manhattan. Our windbreakers will make you wanna remix a DOC single and cut the video Chicago style in your grandma living room and kitchen. We've got more than a few new tees coming out very soon. I'm talking pure locura. Be on the lookout for true originality, Crew UnB style.
Big ups to our CEO, the hardest working colored fashionista since Karl Kani, the honorable @TheMisterCeizzo. Me? I'm the slept on phenomenon, @tymonday. Follow the Crew on the Twitter @crewunB or on IG as theunbearablescrew. We know you like what you see. Get at us.
That's all for now. It's time to shake a leg and get up in the wind, suga. Send all hate mail to deez MF huevos. Send all love mail and any personal business inquiries to email@example.com.
Nothing's new under the sun; it's just new to you.
That's for all you "innovators" out there who reinvent the wheel every 24 hours.
I'm reporting live from Throggs Neck Houses, where niggas on the Dewey side shoot like Kobe. I've only made a couple guest appearances the past few months. It's bad enough that my young Puerto Rock nigga from the bodega (anyone who's ever been to Throggs Neck knows there's only one bodega close to the projects) always thinks I've been locked up since the last time he's seen me. I always tell him I live in Jerz, but he always gives me the "sure, dude" stare and head nod. It always cracks me up cuz it reminds me of how Jerry Seinfeld on his show would look at and respond to MF feeding him BS, the head nodding, verbal agreement but obvious FOH demeanor. But, when I think about it, I prolly remind him of too many other hood niggas in his eyes. He only sees what the eyes can: me having plenty of money and never using my baby mom's EBT/Family First card, the A-1 hood attire, and the glossy low eyes requesting more Dutch Masters. Boy, if he woulda known me in '06...
My baby cousin in Kindergarten just reminded me that I'm fat. Gotta love that good old NYC Public schooling.
I feel that there should be a federal mandate that the recipient of any social media cyber bullying should have the option of throwing the hands, five minutes in an empty, locked room, no tap out with their oppressors. Of course, this will never happen thanks to Amendment I. Don't get it twisted; I stand firmly on the 1st, but never when it comes to taking cowardly shots. You don't like? Cool. But to let your fingers do the talking past your candid opinion into all out disrespect should give the oppressed the 300 second opportunity to whoop your monkey ass, or at the least phlegm hock from deep within a swimmer's common cold invaded lungs and spit dead in your face. You pussy ass niggas. Fuck you and your mothers.
I'm looking around in these Bergen County Englewood streets and it's looking like @crewunB is holding it down. I mean, can you blame the people for loving our style? Haters gotta be mad how we flipped the old school, NWA inspired windbreakers into the Crew Era repertoire. And we're throwing the limited edition Unbearables Classic logo New Era snap backs at you? All you need is a pair of locs and Jheri curl to take it back to '89. We're also cutting deals on some of our older merchandise. Check out the rest of our web site and show your love. Also, we still specialize in a la carte design. Get at us. You're already onwww.theunbearablescrew.com, but check us out on IG, same name as the site minus the www and the dot com. We're on Twitter @crewunB. Our CEO is @TheMisterCeizzo. I'm @tymonday. Short time.
Send any personal hate/love mail or business inquires to firstname.lastname@example.org. Pick up my classic first book 100 Blocks Stories at www.amazon.com or my second book (cowritten), a children's book, I Got It!, whenever you see me in these streets. 100 Blocks Stories 2...COMING THIS SUMMER. Peace y'all, unless we don't rock witcha. But we appreciate your hate. It equals plus one when you tune in.
Return of The World's Famous
One, two y'all. One, two, y'all. Monday in the place, I'm bout my mula...
Freak, freak y'all...to the beat y'all. Put the Kush in the air, it smells so sweet y'all.
In the glow of the moon over the melancholy metro, I'm somewhere in the cut (wifi accessible) with my iPad in my right hand, my Dutch in my left. It's been a while since the last blog. The world's changed a bit. We've changed a bit. But that @crewunB work ethic remains the same.
For the first time in three winters, the good Lord saw it fit for us to see a fairly insignificant snow accumulation. We, The Unbearables Crew gave thanks, and we also blessed the streets with classic logo hoodies and crew love button up windbreakers. And, as a bit of a spring tease, we've released limited edition New Era crewunB snap backs. We still have various flavor tees in stock. Hit us up on Twitter @crewunB, on IG as theunbearablescrew, or online www.theunbearablescrew.com. Big ups to my brother, @crewunB CEO @themisterceizzo, whose dream makes this all possible.
That runaway freight train you hear in your subconscious from time to time, that impact that makes you flinch from sheer anticipation...that's 100 Blocks Stories 2 you hear and feel coming down the back stretch. Slated for an early summer release, it picks up right where its acclaimed predecessor stopped, directly in the lives of diverse residents in el barrio. Familiar characters storylines have developed while the reader is introduced to several new characters, some kind, beautiful soils and some outright sinister. Regardless of whether you prefer the white or black hat, you'll love the authenticity of 100 Blocks Stories 2.
That's all for this week my nuccas. I was pretty low key this time around. I'm planning to get ass naked next week. Until then, it's your boy @tymonday.