I miss you all. Sorry I’ve been ghost lately, it’s just been real hectic around these parts.
In any case, don’t worry, I’m still not married so there’s still more to write about my life as a bachelor and all of that is coming soon. Hopefully this week. In the meantime, here’s a song I’ve been zoning out to for the past four days and probably will be continuing to zone out to for the next four days. Thought I’d share with you beautiful people.
Love you, miss you. Leave a comment about how you all feel the same.
“Although I know I feel at home whenever you are near…”
I am so sorry I let the whole day go by without a fresh post. For once I had a full day away from the computer. It won’t happen again, and if it does, I will do my best to let you all know in advance.
Until Monday, here’s a fresh piece that ran on O.G. Henry Louis Gates’ Internet home, theroot.com, entitled. “Jay-Z and Oprah Make Lemon Pie.” You should be seeing my name a lot more frequently over there, and I will definitely keep linking to the new pieces I contribute there as well as any other places my byline appears.
Once again, apologies for no post today, but enjoy the article and thank you for all your support.
Dear Ex-Girlfriend who took me to the strip club for my birthday,
I apologize for the $30 ATM service fee they charged at that one strip club, to which I forgot the name. We should have left the moment we saw that shit pop-up on the screen.
I know I didn’t make you go forth and withdraw money, and I know it was my birthday, and I know I used it too, to get cab fare just so you wouldn’t feel as bad (trust me, I apologize to myself everyday). Still, $30? What were we thinking? Instead of saying, “It’s up to you,” I should have just grabbed your arm and said, “Girl, they’re crazy. Let’s get the hell out of here.” But I didn’t and for that, I apologize.