She found me y’all. I’m off the market. I’ve known her for some time. It just so happens that really getting to know her unearthed a precious gem. I’m thankful. I’m blessed. I’m content. Ballgame. And he gets the girl! (finally). I haven’t been happy relationship wise in a long time. I’ve had a lot of fun in the meantime (A LOT of fun), but it never equated to happiness. And I’m fond of quite a few ladies. But I’m giving this thing here my undivided attention. And please don’t ask who. We’re keeping this thing under wraps until we feel like letting the free world know (North Korea and East Moscow already know). Just know old Monday is happy. Ashanti first album, second single happy. My baby girl is the truth. It’s been a long time. #HER
By the way, and I’m certain I’ve blogged about this before—recently, but if you don’t have all of the actual artist H.E.R. material, you’re playing yourself. Skrate like dat. The kid Daniel Caesar, friend and collaborator, is fly AF his damn self. If Jacquees Quemixes your track, you’re 747 fly. I like this millennial soul vibe (this kid Caesar was born my senior year of HS) they’re vanguards of, along with a few others. It’s organic. It reminds me of the late ‘90s, early 2K Neosoul movement: amazing, talented, and original artists with ingenious material and fly production.
BUCK FOSTON. ETERNALLY. Only about 110 days until pitchers and catchers report. Winter meetings on deck first in December. Let’s do it for The Boss in heaven and spend heavy this offseason. Boss heavy. Fuck a luxury tax. I got $50 on it. Gimme Machado. Gimme Corbin. Make it happen so deGrom takes the 7 train from Mets-Willets Point to Grand Central and transfers to the 4 train. Tell him to get off at 161 St/Yankee Stadium and lace up. We need a MF with that dog in him to stare the champs down and put goose eggs on the HD scoreboard. deGrom got that dog in him. #letsgoyankees through death and ever after.
I’d be remiss if I didn’t speak on the perilous weekend past. My prayers go out to my Jewish brothers and sisters from the synagogue in the Burgh who were assassinated by a cruel, wanton, and wicked person, fueled by hate and used by the devil to deliver pure havoc. I’m black and proud but I love and embrace those of all races, creeds, genders, and sexual identity/preference. I just wish our President felt the same. That would be an excellent start to mending many fences.
I didn’t want to take away from the Pittsburgh situation or say anything to diminish the impact of the tragedy, but I hope y’all notice how the media treats Black stories. I’m almost certain some of you reading this don’t know about the elderly Black man and woman killed in the supermarket in Kentucky last Wednesday. The gunman, Gregory Bush, chose his victims because of their race, walking out of the supermarket immediately after proclaiming, “Whites don’t kill whites.” Ironically (yeah right), the story didn’t make much of a splash nationally and many of the publications that did run the story chose to focus on Bush’s alleged schizophrenia rather than label the crime a hate crime (REFER TO AFOREMENTIONED QUOTE) Really? (Sighs).
Stay woke, y’all. Please. The great, late Donny Hathaway said it best. Someday we’ll all be free. It’s my time y’all. Love you all.