#MNR: THE COLLECTOR

#MNR: THE COLLECTOR
 
“And I’m going to love me for the rest of my days. Encourage the babies every time they say. Self-preservation is what’s really going on today.”
Candi Staton
 
“’Member shorties that I used to crush on. Most of them is hit now. Either that or holding out for a nigga that’s rich now. Or a Chris Brown. And end up thotting and then they switch towns.”
RIP Jahleel
 
Picture this. Much of America is tired of a felonious, diaper-wearing, almost octogenarian who lies as effortlessly as he breathes, sexually assaults women, cheats and repeatedly fails at business, spews racist/sexist/xenophobic/divisive rhetoric, and is never wrong. I am shocked that women are revolting against men and ideology that wants to invade their doctors’ offices and bedrooms. I am even more shocked that most of us have yet to find the “millions” of illegal aliens penetrating our borders and invading our cities. And how many of us truly believe Harris is a Marxist/communist/fascist? Most of America doesn’t live under a rock or in a doomsday bunker. This repetitive act is tired and played out. Voters want to hear policy. I always knew tRump was a sociopath. I am convinced that he is in severe cognitive decline. His trademark quick wit has turned to shit. Some of his language is unintelligible. Most of what he does say is an outright lie. He never has data to affirm his outrageous claims. Remember what I said earlier -- he is never wrong. He is incapable of contrition. His brain is fried. All the political polls are the proverbial writings on the wall. It’s going to get dark on 11.5 for ole Cheesy.
 
(Aside)
I saw that bullshit about the Venezuelans taking over that apartment complex in Colorado. So, you mean to tell me that a few handfuls of illegals have taken over an entire apartment complex and all you proud, flag waving, 2A touting American tough guys didn’t pile up body bags from day one? I smell the bullshit from over 2K miles away. It makes no sense. I’ve seen the NYPD sweep a building as effortlessly as your nana could sweep a kitchen floor. And if the local police department lacks the manpower, pigs love to call their neighboring pig buddies in for reinforcement. This is political propaganda at its finest. Fear mongering doesn’t work. You Rs are as dumb as you look. That which makes no sense shall be regarded as bullshit and power washed away.
 
I know the Aiger. I know him well. His level is that of no other. His relentless nature is extraordinarily noteworthy. He is the most determined human being I have ever known. More determined than Moses. More determined than Mandela. More determined than Yastrzemski during the home stretch of the 1976 MLB season. He is the figurative island.
 
Most of the western hemisphere can attest to my love for fly sneakers. This love began in 1986, around the time that Rakim nominated his DJ Eric B. for president. It all began with a pair of white and blue Air Force 2 (yes, 2). The sneaker bug invaded my system and never left. Who wear it all? I’m an Adidas freak. Not quite. Big ups to my nigga Raekwon. That was the first bar of his song “Sneakers.” I thought that was the freshest way to begin an homage to sneakers in the history of the verbal expression of sneaker adoration. But I am an addict for sneakers, much like Nasir Jones, another professed Nike head. Foamposites are my gold medal winners and GOAT kix. The OG “International Blue” colorway that Anfernee Dion Hardaway immortalized will see a rare release three days after my earth day. I’m scooping them off the SNKRS app on 10am Friday, 9.13, barring any unforeseen calamity. I’m also a Jordan fan. It’s the 11s and the 4s that do it for me, amongst a few others. I think the Bred (black/red) 11s are the greatest sneakers of all time, all things considered. Other than the Foamposites coming out in 11 days...feel free to drop random acts of kindness into my CashApp @ $TyMonday$. Please and thank you. Err umm – yeah. I’m also an Air Max junkie, from the 95s to the Vapormax. Kobe VI and VIII are like Ruth and Maris in 1927. There are others, but that’s my best of the best.
 
I love New Era 59/50 fitted caps. I’m currently about a half a hundred deep. MLB World Series side patch caps are my latest fetish. I also collect Nike (and ACG) 5-panel hats. They wick sweat much better than the 59/50. I love foreign colognes and keep more than several in rotation. I used to be adamant about collecting DVD sets of my favorite shows and movies. I still have a “DVD player” (PS5), but streaming is so superfluous that it’s waned my thirst for collecting hard copies over the past couple of years. I’m about three years deep into my sports card collecting renaissance, something I hadn’t done since I was fifteen. Shouts to my brother Kevin for rekindling my enthusiasm. I don’t know, I can’t quite explain it. There’s calm and serenity that comes with collecting tangible objects. What do you collect? Leave a comment. Keep it clean. Lmao.
 
Dear summer, it’s been real. I always anticipate your arrival yet I’m always happy to see you depart. 100% humidity is flat-out hostile but being kissed by the summer morning sun is special. I love the privilege of looking outside my window and seeing sunlight after 20:00. Sunset before 18:00 is a criminal act. I’m thankful for indelible memories of so many unforgettable summers past. Every summer is a blessing. Play Kool & the Gang “Summer Madness” as you light your spliff and reflect as summer ’24 disappears in your rearview.
 
Peace to every Virgo, it’s our season. Peace to all the lovers. It’s our time to flourish and shine. I pray for good fortune and prosperity. May your pain be champagne.