Friday, July 4, 2008

r.i.p billy...

So this week has been full of ups and downs. On Monday, I celebrated the 10-year anniversary of my liver transplant, which needless to say, was quite the milestone. Then on Tuesday, Billy the resident crackhead in my building that scared away the pink toes/ worked as the ghetto porter for beer money passed away from terminal cancer (who knew addicts die of cancer?). On Wednesday night, I went to my girl Danyel Smith's bday party and saw damn near everyone I've ever worked with as a journalist. Then Thursday was such an old school crappy work day, I felt like I was back at JANE. And just when I started contemplating a career change/ moving back home with my mom, today is the 4th of July! YEAH BBQS!!!!
If I've learned nothing else from living in New York City is that you can't judge a crackhead by his can of malt liquor, Black media is all of 2 degrees of seperation and every day is another opportunity to start over. Thank god for that, huh?
Now here's hoping the liquor stores are open so that I can cop a bottle of Grey Goose and be on my way. Happy Holiday Weekend!


  1. You can't judge a crackhead by his can of malt That was great. I admire your writing and your career path has given me the blueprint to where i want to go in my newly found profession as a writer. Thank you! :-)

  2. Thank God for new starts, for real. Crackhead porter? I miss my crackhead mechanic...dude fixed my car for a fish dinner...that was the dopest.