MNR:Day One (Sobriety)
After a quarter century (literally) I stopped smoking weed y’all.
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I know. Shit, I deserve all that smoke (pun intended). I mean, I am Ty MF Monday Thompson. Formerly Nitty. So if you’re laughing and skeptical at the same damn time, it’s deserved. This is the 1,000,001 time that I’ve teetered back and forth, no Aaliyah. I actually quit for a month and a half the summer after my freshman year of college. I was in the #BXNYC at my gma crib, jobless and sober than a MF. I decided to go play ball in my childhood park on Gleason and Watson/Rosedale. My gma asked me if I had money as I was leaving the crib. I replied no and that I didn’t need any money cuz I was only going to the park. That’s when she gave me timeless wisdom: never leave the crib without money. She put an Andrew Jackson in my hand. As soon as I left the block I saw my manz Angel on Rosedale. He told me he had the limousine nickels. I copped. I smoked. It’s been quiet since. I attempted once more, seven years ago. It lasted one measly day. But there was one key difference: I didn’t really wanna quit back then. It was simply because I was up for a good ass job and faced a piss test. The job didn’t pan out and I was back to blowing big doja a couple days later. But that was then. Now, I actually want to give it all up. And it’s not for health purposes (but is a consideration) or religious purposes. It’s much simpler. I spend (spent) waaaaaaaay too much disposable income on cheeba. By my calculations, the monthly tab was anywhere between $500-$600 a month. No cap. I always told myself when the hobby morphed into an expensive habit that I would part ways. That time has come. I’m trying to make life moves. Life moves that include my queen and her two babies. It’s much bigger than me. That five hun is nothing to sneeze at. That’s $6K a year. I don’t think I need to go any further down that road. You get the picture. In addition, there is a bit of a health incentive. I’ve been working out consistently for almost a half year. Yeah, I’m still fat AF. But damnit, I’ve lost 70 whole pounds. I feel amazing. But there is much work left to do. I feel that without smoke in my system my workouts will only intensify and inherently be more productive. My gpa Archie Warren taught me to never do a “half job”. He told me that if I accept and endeavor upon a task to complete it, simple and plain. I didn’t join the gym to half-ass it. I joined to drop all this weight, then to chisel my body. Look, I’m not blaming anything on the cheeba. She was my first love. She’s always been good to me. I don’t place any of the blame of my physical ineptness the past 15 years on marijuana. That’s all on me. I just realize that in order to take the next step I need to shake loose of all dead weight. Sorry Mary...but I’m done. I’ll always love you...from a distance. Here’s to sobriety.
P.S.— Virginia Governor Ralph Northam...just leave office. There’s no way to account for a yearbook page of yours with a person in blackface and another in full KKK garb. This wasn’t 1884. It was 1984. So, let’s get it straight: you took credit for the pic, then completely backtracked to a denial the very next damn day. Now you refuse to leave. And your folk tried to shit on your own Lt Gov. (only speculation but I believe it), Mr. Justin Fairfax, a Black man, with an unsubstantiated sexual assault claim long proven to be bullshit. Please, take the word of a registered Dem and former Virginia resident of over a decade. Please leave Richmond. Now. Thank you.