Attention please...
Y’all gotta pardon my thoughts at times. But with me, the way I see it, sheeeeit...my team and me...we...we clock our miles in Formula One Ferrari Testarossa speed. Your time is that of Homer Simpson attempting to complete the mile. Backwards. With two dozen donuts. Boston Cream. And a twelve pack of Duff. On a tricycle. So basically, at the end of the day, our worst laps your best effort 100 times over. Times a hundred.

I really miss Sean Price, Heavy D., Bea Arthur, the Times Square that I used to know, our old collie Keenan, Gracie, my Mommy, and when Uncle Alan and Aunt San were together. Things change.

RIP Mac Miller. Love you bro. I wish you a peaceful journey.

Jacquees is on deck y’all. He’s up next. The whole R&B game finna be his. His original music is very, very fly. “In the Club” is a certified club mega classic and “You Belong To Somebody Else” with Dej Loaf is special in every way. But his mix tapes and his Quemixes are on a whole other level. Phenomenal. Lil mama from DMAE said it best earlier. He takes every fly song out and makes them better. It’s almost scary. I immediately bought (yes I still buy music and I refuse to get Apple Music or steal a track unless it’s a remix that isn’t officially released) Jeremih and Ty Dolla $ “The Light.” I fux with it heavy. But my trusted barber of 20 years JP Peterson put me on to Jacquees’s Quemix and my mind was blown to bits. If you’ve heard it, you most definitely feel me all the way. And my sis Lisa told me that our alma mater VUU brought him through to perform last year. And she said he rocked CIAA last year. Get your chicken boy boy. That’s good business. That young man is special.

One last thing: don’t wait to give your folk their flowers when they’re gone. Give them to ‘em now. Get off that prideful, stubborn “my phone works too bullshit.” You make the call. You make the text. Pride ain’t nothing but a five-letter word. At least it is (or ain’t) when it comes to your folk. Lord forbid something were to happen to that loved one. You’ll beat yourself up mentally the rest of your life. We’ve all witnessed it too many times. Show your love. Life is too short.

You already know it’s a Crew UnB thing. Catch us at theunbearablescrew.com. Catch me at my new website tymonday.com COMING VERY SOON. Like in a day or two soon. Be on the lookout for my newest work of literature, In Search of Serendipity. It’s a collection of love love poetry. Oh yeah...Old Monday is a lover too. I’m a poor woman’s dream and a rich woman’s scheme. I’m on her mind until her brain cracks. I just tell her #eastside and it’s smooth operator from there. Ask your Auntie.

A birthday shout to the prince of Crew UnB, my godson Ace Boogie. Asher turned two on 9.17. It’s a Virgo thing. Love you boy. Time to shake a leg and get up in the wind, sugar. Short time.

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.