I can remember the exact moment when I realized that mainstream hip-hop had passed me by. It was when I heard Drake’s So Far Gone.
Last month, I turned 38-years-old. I don’t immediately think of myself as a man in my late-thirties. I’m still struggling with the idea that I’m an actual adult. It’s not that I feel 18 or 22, but like almost everyone else, I think of myself as some vague, younger version of me. Age has aContinue reading “A “City Slickers” Birthday”
It’s often misguided – and sometimes even dangerous – to put value, worth, and emotion into inanimate objects.
I came back from vacation six days ago and I’m still recovering.
I am about to turn 36 years old. I have been married for over five years. I have a daughter that will be turning four this summer.