#MNR: SHARPEST KNIFE IN THE DRAWER

#MNR: SHARPEST KNIFE IN THE DRAWER
 
“What I create pulsates, there is no escape. Annihilate your mental mind state.”
Kurupt
 
“Clear the building. Evacuate women and children. Fuck what you feeling, nigga. I came here to kill him.”
Canibus
 
“Who Jah bless, I say, no man curse. Things gettin’ better when they thought it would be worse. Here comes the officers, asking for a search. They found no weapon, just only a draw of herbs. ‘Cause I’m so solid as a rock. They just can’t stop me now...”
Sizzla Kalonji
 
Aye yo, pass that, good brother. You trout-mouth heathen. I don’t recall you putting in on that J, either. Oh shit. We’re live? Oh ok. Howdy, y’all. Good evening. Thanks for joining us. We’re glad to have you. I’m the insatiable Ty Monday, your favorite hood griot, host of this blog, and weed spot specialist (both sanctioned and unsanctioned). I pray all of you good folk are doing well and enjoying the holiday. I’m glad to report on this blessed Memorial Day that I’m still peeing freely. Thank you, Lord.
 
This past weekend was amazing, from the weather to my activities. I made my way to DMV to attend my baby cousin Janae’s graduation party. Congratulations, Nae. I got the chance to see my Warren family. It’s been a minute since I saw my Auntie Cynthia, Uncle Archie, and Aunt Gail. I got to politic with the legend @iamdjgreen. I got to see Adrienne, John, and Johntae. I saw plenty of Bridgehampton and Southampton folk. My sis Jon Jon scooped me from the DC terminal and put me up in her crib during my stay. Shae (my ONLY big sis from Union) gave me a ride to the terminal while we built over a J of Bombay. I even made my way to another earth day function (big ups to Shakita & Ed). Life is good.
 
This nigga Green kept telling me to pass the J while we poly’d at the kick-back. Nigga brought one J with him that he was finishing when I pulled up. Smh. He must have missed the memo. If I roll the J, I pass the J when I feel like it. I do commend his temerity. It’s no coincidence that he’s my blood. We’re both prolific assholes. I love that rich ass nigga.
 
Shout outs to Peter Pan buses. I scooped $15 tickets to and from DC. I would have spent at least $130 more if I took Amtrak. I had both seats to myself leaving and returning. Neither trip was sold out, even with a stop in Baltimore. The only negative was that both buses left about a half hour after the scheduled departure time, but the drivers damn near made the time up each way, so I can’t even complain. Good shit, Peter Pan. I’m not above traveling no-frills. But I’ll be damned if I take a bus past DC.
 
I saw the most beautiful Albino woman on the bus to DC. In addition to her flawless Auburn hair and button nose, the best way to describe her was gorgeous – and her skin glowed. Had I been fifteen years younger, I would have confidently introduced myself and hoped that she understood my story. But she was too young for my karma. Shout outs to her. You’re a superstar, girl. You beautiful thing, you’re beautiful when you glow...
 
RANDOM: I was in love with the Rican dancer in LL’s “Around the Way Girl” video. She was sooooo sexy. My innocent, 12-year-old hormones raged every time Video Soul played the song. That woman is at least 55 years old now. Iono. A lot of mamís don’t keep their looks over time, respectfully. What? Am I lying?
 
I hope all my Nike heads paid attention to the app’s 25% off sale. I certainly did. You already know the Fly Nike Kid (that was my Hotmail tag 25 years ago) copped a couple of tech suits. I’m a tech suit nigga. They work well for me. There were a lot of other worthwhile grabs sprinkled throughout the app, all the way down to socks. As of press time, the sale was still active. It may end tonight. If it does, bummer. If not, take your slow ass to the app/web site and spend some of that money.
 
P.S. The 25% off is in addition to any sale price of an item.
 
Slow motion beats no motion. The past week was love. It was a drama-free week that began modestly and ended with and amongst family and the closest of friends. There was nothing flagrantly egregious happening around the world, other than the fuckery going on in Rafah. Murdering scores of innocent civilians while targeting only a couple of enemies is ridiculous. Netanyahu’s bullshit apologies and excuses are insidious. My prayers remain with Palestine and its people. I stand with you. The last shall be first.
 
I’m not going to talk y’all to death this week. Enjoy your burgers, glizzies, ‘tata salad, fried fish, alcohol, tobacco, and firearms. Salute to all the fallen veterans. Big ups to Al Cowlings. Bro reminded me that he’s the realest homie of all time. 31 years later. No interviews, no tell-all books, no movies, no nothing. OJ left from here and AC still hasn’t parted his lips. He’s still in Southern California with his wife, living strong. Shout outs to Al Cowlings, arguably the realest nigga in the hip-hop era.
 
Happy Earth Day to my Auntie Cynthia. Love you always.
 
I’m a catch y’all next week ‘round the time they send my government benefits check in the mail.