Not A Kendrick Fan But I’m Still Playing DAMN.

I was the one who didn’t give a shit about To Pimp a Butterfly or Section 80. I don’t even have the Good Kidd…notice I don’t know how many O’s or D’s I need for that tittle, but yeah I don’t have that in my library either. I have never been much of a Kendrick fan. I respect his art and his casual featured verse here and there, but I never considered myself a fan. His music just never really stuck with me. I’ve given albums like TPAB a listen or two, but they never garnered a “Keep in Rotation” notion for me. DAMN is different in this setting. I’m not sure if it’s the production or the lyrics, but DAMN has done what the previous LP’s of Kendrick’s has failed to do for me. And that’s keep me interested.

Before you Hip Hop heads born in 1993 start to shout for my hanging, if you know me you know what I like when it comes to the music. Hopefully you’re not reading this crucifying me for not being “intelligent enough” to get the concepts of Kendrick’s bars…because if so exit left please. Let’s be honest here, I’ve always felt that if I needed a so called “conscious rapper” then that man for me is and always will be Jermaine Cole.

For me what Kendrick does differently on DAMN is that yes he remains conscious, but what he does differently on DAMN that he ceased to accomplish on TPAB, was that he was able to attain consciousness while staying on the radio. K.Dot remained conscious while also being able to play in the club as well. A stat that many of the die hard fans will be quick to brush off. Not saying that I neccessarily want to hear Kendrick while I’m out getting faded, but it is definitely a nice change up. Humble, the lead single succeeds in being a conscious record with a message all the while staying true to this image that the rapper has laid down for himself. I’m in no way equating success to having your record played in the club, but I think this flair for Kendrick is what helped me to be able to keep looking up DAMN on Apple Music.

At the time of TPAB I thought Kendrick was a huge hypocrite for calling out for our youth for needing to be more respectful to the cops all the while dropping an album centered around the culture. That turned me off. Especially coming from a black man with influence. In an environment where we have youth that are being gunned down whether they are respectful or not.

For me, I am jamming for most of the album, but then I fade out after XXX and then pick up when he puts the album on reverse in Duckworth. The replay value stands out for DAMN. For anyone who is not a strong fan of this guy like me, you will appreciate the flow of this album I promise.

This is me speaking exlusively for tracks 1 through 12. And for all of you comparing this to More Life please kill yourself :). Now I am not saying that this is converting me to any type of fan to this young man, but it is for DAMN sure a start. Until next time…

Yours Truly,




Why We Have To Check our White Friends When They Use the N-Word​.

With everything going on in the media these days surrounding the use of the N-word, I felt it was only right to deliver a synopsis on why we as black people must hold our counterparts accountable when they use the word in our presence. I think the reason for the recent spike in the bravery of non-people of color using the term not only sparks from the election of their president but also simply that they don’t have friends checking them on their shit. I’m not putting all of the blame on them though. You’d be surprised how many people can just laugh it off when Greg or Samantha jump stupid. Now you may have heard all of the excuses under the sun, and I am here to tell you that none of them are valid.

First, it does not matter who they are friends with or who they grew up around. That is completely irrelevant to the narrative. Furthermore, those friends they may be speaking of are not you. To just assume that because their childhood friends let them say it, that you should let them say it is just wrong. This comes back to the accountability that I mentioned earlier. They aren’t used to being held accountable, hence the people they grew up around. So now it is up to you to actually set some standards for them to follow.

Something that has nothing to do with checking these friends is just the fact that they shouldn’t want to say the word. The N-word has a heavy history, a history that depending on the friend, their ancestors started. Your great great grandfather Jefferson definitely wore out the original term enough for you not to want to even whisper it. I can understand that it may seem cool, because we reclaimed the word and use it completely different now, but still you just shouldn’t want to be in on this one.  This stumbles into my next point…somethings are just for us by us. Everything isn’t for you and this doesn’t just go for the N-word, but this applies to life as well. Just like you know you can’t handle the conversion of day drinking into going out for the night, know that you can’t handle this either.

And for those of you who are “famous”, I would for damn sure just leave the word alone entirely if your skin tone doesn’t match because Black Twitter does not forgive.


Poor YesJulz is the most recent victim. After posting a picture to Twitter featuring the N-word on an article of clothing that she considered wearing to an upcoming festival, she was hit with so much hate that she was even dropped from two upcoming events in Toronto. She has since taken to Snapchat to apologize in a slew of videos where she speaks empty I’m sorry’s aligned with some thrifty crocodile tears. Cases like this make me wonder if she even has any black friends with any sense. I mean this is a girl who openly profits off the culture for her own financial gain. You would think she would have some type of friend or maybe even a decent publicist to tell her she should leave the N-word off all her social media accounts. And it’s not just NahJulz, a reporter in Atlanta recently resigned after sliding in a Twitter user’s DMs using the word to try and get the latest scoop. I don’t even feel bad for the Jenny’s at this point, no one can legit be that stupid.

“I don’t want to make it awkward.” Why are you worrying about this? If it is awkward it is very easy to drop their ass. We are supposed to be checking our friends for the dumb shit they do on a daily. And if you are worried about making something awkward, then they really can’t be solid friends, my guy. Another one I love, “It’s just a song. Am I supposed to censor myself?” Hell yes. I don’t care what you have lined up on your iPod when the song comes on and we’re out, you sing the clean version. You don’t mouth, you don’t say it…you can think it, but yes you censor yourself. This is just best for both of us, especially if we are out in public. Could you imagine, you are out with your white friend and they just freely rap the N-word along to the song around other black people they don’t know? All I know is if five random OGs want to jump you because you couldn’t censor yourself, you are taking that beating alone homie. 😅😅😅 I might even get a couple kicks in for the culture and for you potentially putting me in danger.

In conclusion, it does not matter what part of the “White Spectrum” your friend sits on. Machine Gun Kelly white can’t say it just as much as Voted For Donald Trump white can’t. And just remember that it is up to us to educate and hold up the standard in everything we do. Sometimes people just jump stupid out of ignorance, and if they are truly your friend they will understand where you are coming from.

Thanks for rocking with me through 20 posts of The Black Grad Life. When I wrote my first sentence on here, I didn’t know if I was going to be consistent with this or where it was going to take me. I have enjoyed having this outlet for my thoughts and views, and I will continue as long as I have you here reading with me.

Yours Truly,


Cookout Essentials for Summer 2017

With graduation SZN on the horizon, I find it a very opportune time to put out the blueprint for the perfect cookout tunes. The coveted cookout playlist has always been a stroke of genius. You were in awe when the family DJ would take your favorite song and mix it into Return of the Mack. You never had to experience biting into your burnt hot dog to a top 40 hit. If you can’t relate, I’m sorry. For those of us who didn’t spend as much as thirty minutes from where the music was spraying from, you have been being primed for this moment for years. Now while every great cookout playlist is lined with classics like Summertime, I wanted to touch on a handful of current to somewhat current jams that I feel are ready to be inducted into the cookout hall of fame. Feel free to leave your cookout favorites in the comments or tweet me, as I’m always up for making a playlist.

  1. Unforgettable (feat. Swae Lee) rs-french-montana-unforgettable-swae-lee-cdd3a3a0-0126-4cda-998e-73c09c4c7dd9

    We’ve recently been hit with a string of “dance challenges” over social media, and this bop falls right in line. From the catchy hook down to the smooth beat, this song definitely shows why it should stand up amongst the senior cookout playlist tracks. With the spark Unforgettable got from the challenge videos, it is safe to say the cool cousins will definitely be making their own version when this drops as the sun starts to go down on little Ray Ray’s birthday bash.

  2. Slide (feat. Frank Ocean & Migos) CALVIN

    I MIGHT! Sorry, I couldn’t contain myself there. This track might have 1,600 plays on my iTunes alone, but that’s none of your business. I didn’t know I needed a Migos x Frank Ocean collaboration until I got one. Not only is Slide good enough for the younger generation, but I’m willing to bet you that the favorite auntie will definitely bust out the electric slide to this joint. Well she was going to bust out the electric slide anyway, because that’s all the auntie’s go to. That is neither here nor there, I didn’t think Calvin Harris could pull a more genius move than dumping Taylor Swift, but boy was I wrong. This track definitely deserves to get remixed in a few times throughout the cookout as new guests enter and exit. Just act like you’re in the zone when you hear somebody say “We already heard this”.

  3. Work (feat. Drake) rihanna-work-video-drake-2016-billboard-650-1

    If this isn’t our oldie at the cookouts in 2060, then all of this was for nothing. I mean come on, Work spent 9 weeks at the top of the charts. It would be utterly rude to leave it out of the cookout discussion. Just picture it, it’s around 4 p.m. and you didn’t eat all day waiting for this food thats about to bless you. The angst has built up at this point, but then the DJ throws on this joint and instantly you are at peace. No matter the mood or the time of the day this is going to rock, and it deserves to follow Mary J. Blige’s Real Love on the playlist or else.

  4. Shining (feat. Beyoncé & JAY Z) beyonce-parkwood-entertainment.jpg

    This should actually be playing as you pull up to be honest. I forgot they robbed Bey at the Grammys when Khaled dropped this single. I thought about ribs with all the fixings by the time I got to the end of my first listen. Jay and Bey are not new to the cookout playlist, I mean you should hear them together and separately a few times at the cookout or the DJ is slacking. “All this winning? I been losing my mind.” Sounds like every senior’s thoughts after seeing their final grades.

  5. Passionfruit drake-sade

    This came into the rotation while you were in the kitchen sneaking that last little bit of crown into your coke. Your mama’s friend caught you and just started laughing because what can she say, you are a grown man now. This is the jam you save to the later parts of the cookout when all the randoms have made their ways on to the next move. Sure ya’ll are fighting off the mosquitoes, but once you get back from packing your to-go box, you can discuss with the family over Passionfruit what your future plans are. The vibes this track exudes are undeniable. The older crew will definitely approve. Get ready to have your singing interrupted by all of them asking every other five seconds, “Is this Drake?’.

  6. Redbone Childish-Gambino-2-–-photo-credit-Ibra-Ake-1479413359-640x427.jpg

    Stay woke. A reminder for every black individual on this Earth. Now while cookouts bring us together for many things, the summer is normally a host to cookouts dealing with graduation or going away get togethers. While both of these situations represent a new chapter of life, this track from Mr. Glover is definitely essential to not only soothe the mind, but also to remind us to remain vigilant. The old school vibe of Redbone will also pair very well with some of its older counterparts. Making it a very easy choice from current selections to be added to the mix.

  7. That’s What I Like bruno-mars-thats-what-i-like-video-1488420227

The whole 24K Magic album could bump at any point during the cookout and you’d be safe, but this is definitely a crucial bop. Bruno adds a little funk to this that is just too hard to resist. The youngsters won’t be able to discern this track from the old jams that they’ve heard in the past. But don’t get it twisted, when you hear this tune early on Sunday, it isn’t your mom warning you that it is cleanup day, but that it is time to get the alcohol flowing and throw the steaks on the grill.

Now, I didn’t give you a whole playlist, but if this isn’t motivation I don’t know what is. I don’t know about you but now I have a whole playlist that I need to get started on, and I already got dibs on the playlist title: ISSA COOKOUT, so I better not see it anywhere 🙂

Yours Truly,









5 Hints it’s Time to Move on From Your First Job

So you’re ready to move on from your first big boy/girl job? I’m proud of you for getting to this point, trust it didn’t come easy for me either. With a couple months to spare until I reach my one year anniversary at my first gig after college, I can’t help but feel this urge to spread my wings. I’m in the mood for a new scene, new friends, and most importantly, new bars. While not many of us were lucky enough to land that bombshell job that we started planning for halfway through Junior year, there is still hope in this post-grad voyage if you don’t get lazy and pay attention to detail. I’m gonna break down what I have noticed to be the Top 5 Hints it’s Time to Move on From Your First Job:

  1. You Hate What You’re Doing. 3o6Zt96dVw8unv0JvW.gif

    Let’s face it, this wasn’t what you thought it was going to be. It was cool the first few months, but then your body realized this was a permanent thing, and just rolling over like you did for that 8AM doesn’t work anymore. This gig at the end of the day isn’t even really what you want to do. You can’t see yourself doing this the next year let alone the next twenty. Maybe it’s not even in your field of study that you got your degree in? Maybe that’s a good thing, but if it is a bad thing for you then you need to be gearing up to move on ASAP. This job is also just down right tedious, an hour feels like four, and you don’t know if you’re going to make it to lunch when that coffee buzz kicks in at 10AM.

  2. You’re Overqualified. 26ufbRAPD31bstnig.gif

    Know yourself, know your worth. If the check isn’t matching what you expect it to for your qualifications, then it should be pretty self explanatory that you need to get a move on. Sure, you had to secure the bag before their president got into office, but you are worthy of so much more than this. A check is never worth a headache, especially if it’s gone the second you get it. Can you save, pay bills, and have some fun? If these criteria are important to you, which they should be, then I’m happy to say you’ve reached that point which we all have to get to shortly after graduation: Knowing when it is time to move on.

  3. You Hate Your Scenery. l0MYF2gsC3xKUrJ6M.gif

    It’s time for a new flower pot eh? You’ve outgrown that little pot of a town huh, same here. Or maybe you relocated to a new place thinking it was going to be the shit and it isn’t. This hint is pretty sensitive, because you don’t want to make the mistake of leaving your first job after college too early. Life is short, and you want to utilize every moment to be doing something that you actually enjoy, but busting out of a job too quick could turn off your future employers. But don’t let this small slight deter you, every person is different and you’ll know for sure when you are ready to change locations. You might even be ready to embrace new relationships, all of which comes with getting to that new place, that new chapter in your journey.

  4. Your Co-workers suck. FuvAuMnNkfUvS.gif

    Absolutely nothing makes your job suck more than having whack co-workers. Bad co-workers come in a vareity of different shapes and sizes. The rude ones who throw you under the bus, the sneaky ones who swipe at your lunch in the fridge, or the ones who feel necessary to point out all your flaws in an e-mail that they CC everyone on. Now while having co-workers may be new to you post grad, its not the weird personalities that you have to interact with on a day to day, but having co-workers is like being in a group project…forever. Think back to that one group project you had in school where you literally hated all the members. Now think of having all of those members as co-workers, for 40+ hours a week. Cue the sunken place, because that is literally how it can feel when the co-workers are legit that bad.

  5. You Settled TBH. tgzr4PF8n14Eo.gif

    To be honest you settled on this first job. You didn’t gamble, you didn’t put yourself out there, you wanted security. Maybe you were one of the lucky ones who got hired before even walking across that stage for your degree holder. Remember that shit eating grin you had at grad bash when people would bring up plans after college, knowing that you were already set? Let’s be honest, you took the job because it sounded good on paper and it secured you a steady income. You wanted to be paid, and you wanted that financial independence from mom and dad over anything else. “Finding Yourself” after college just wasn’t an option. And neither was moving back in to the security blanket that is your childhood bedroom. I don’t understand how anyone can afford to find themselves after college everytime I look at my student loan tab. But it is important to find yourself daily, and even in this crazy journey of life after college I’ve learned to really put some importance in this somewhat forgotten art. Because I’ve learned that sometimes when you are lost, it can take a long time for others, for yourself to find you. Remember that you are impossible to lose once you’ve been found.

Yours Truly,


“Struggling with Mental Health is not Something that Black Youth Experience”

As I was making my second way through the new book turned Netflix series, 13 Reasons Why, I was triggered and yet fascinated at how easily mental health can be swayed. Of course, young minds learn a lot from what they have seen rather than what they know, but in watching this show I reached a higher realization in just how much of an impact the words you say and how you treat people matter. I won’t speak too much on the show for those of you who haven’t had a chance to listen to all of the tapes yet, but in seeing the things Hannah went through during her short stint at Liberty High, I wondered if I had been blind to this side of youth growing up. Everyone’s high school experience is different, but situations that played out in this story were very different from what I had seen and experienced. Which leads me to think, well it is just a show, right? No, there are girls like Hannah, boys too that are experiencing this range of emotions daily. I cannot relate with ever getting to the point of wanting to take my own life, but that doesn’t mean I don’t empathize with those who do. Now while the show doesn’t center around the mental health of black youth, I realized just how much the mental state of our youth or even ourselves is often not touched on. While I’m sure if Hannah had reached out to her parents she would have been affixed with the best therapists out there, minorities don’t always have that option. We often times have to rehab ourselves. Black kids often times have to figure it out themselves. Is that to say that if black youth reached out to their parents or support system when their mental state was low, that nothing good would happen? No. I think as black males growing up, we are taught to be strong in every sense of the word. To throw some dirt on it and keep your head up. Black females taught to be seen but not heard. And in being preached at on these matters, other topics rarely come up. Mental health should be talked about often regardless of if you’re a minority or not. And even if you aren’t going to talk to your parents, go to your friends, show them your cards. This then brings the question of how well do you really know your friends? There’s a phrase that says you never really truly know what someone is going through. I think that us as people sometimes we’re afraid to open up about what is bothering us, or what we are struggling with. This makes us humans, but understanding that there are people there to listen to you when you struggle can make a huge difference. Knowing that could be the difference between taking your life or moving on. Speaking of black youth, there were a couple of black characters on 13 Reasons who seemed white-washed to me. Sheri and Marcus were your typical token black girl and boy of the group. Neither embodied how I would think a black teenager would act in a situation like this. This further heightened my thoughts on the disproportion of action on mental health amongst the black community. Mental health? Suicidal? Killing yourself? “Oh that’s white people shit”, a phrase I’ve heard numerously through my 24 years here. But the demeanor of the characters in this show kinda fed into this phrase. Struggling with mental health is not something that black youth experience, so let us make sure our black characters are only suited for those black bodies who grew up in all white neighborhoods. Now while not maybe seeing an accurate depiction of yourself in this show, there was still no shortage of characters that I’m sure many people will be able to relate to. I think Hannah and the rest of 13 Reasons Why will shed a much-needed light on mental health, not only of the youth but us all as humans. I know that as a black male, after watching I feel a lot more educated and aware of the importance of everyone’s mental health. And I now know that moving forward and being a light, you never know whose life you could change. I pray that the mental health of minority groups doesn’t go unnoticed and that it can rise to a priority and stay there. Until next time, more ideas and stuff coming.

Yours Truly,


Oh yeah, my first guest post on UNIDAYs debuted Monday. If you didn’t get a chance to check that out you can here 6 Reasons Drake’s New Album is the Playlist of the Year

I was the one who shouted “No New Friends” the loudest, but now I welcome strangers.

It has almost been a year since I made my departure from college to the savage streets of adult life. Amidst living alone and learning to manage my money, I took a look at the state of my friendships post grad. I realized that it is pretty hard to keep up with people period, but even harder when you have real life obligations you have to fulfill day to day. Suddenly, people who I used to talk to every week, I wouldn’t trade words with for months. College is a point in your life where you are constantly meeting temporary people, people who won’t matter a year or 6 months after graduation. I had always read about this theory, but it all became reality after hanging up my cap and gown in the dark corner of my closet. I realized that so many people, friends, were just in your life because they had to be at that moment. You all had that same class, or were out at that same bar, or were in that same fraternity. But in the end, once those mandatory meetings ceased to exist and people moved on with their lives, well so did those friendships. There is an end to every friendship which is bittersweet, but what started me to thinking was wondering when I would taste bitter. Maybe you can contribute it to living alone, and being obsessed with my own space and my own thoughts, but I stopped caring when things ended. After graduating, I found beauty in the end in every sense of the word. The end to me now meant new beginnings. The end to me before meant sadness. So, I started to wonder why I no longer felt remorse for getting to the end of a friendship. I was the one who shouted “No New Friends” the loudest, but now I welcome strangers. I think that when you grow up, new perspectives are always needed. Which is what I am now welcoming. I have garnered no new friends over the last year, but I have lost a ton. I believe this is preparing me for a rebirth of new ideas, new perspectives, and new memories. I may be in the 2% of people who never want to look back at college as being the greatest four five years of my life. There is so much I am still learning about myself, that there is no way I could ever look back and categorize this time as the “best years of my life”. But almost a year out of this chapter ending, I’m still waiting to taste bitter. I don’t think there is any love lost, only gained. I look forward to seeing people who lost my opinion, my guidance, my likeness still eating. Even though I will not be sitting at the table with them. I am very much so just thankful for those who I haven’t met an end with yet and looking forward to sharing new ideas with fresh personalities. I’m comfortable with meeting the end. I remember that all good things must end before your new beginning. Here’s to new beginnings, brand new vinyls, and champagne pops.

Yours Truly,



I was able to see white faces, drunk faces, commit the same crimes with lesser consequences.

So before I get into the fact that I was unfairly stopped for something that literally a dozen of people without color did not got stopped for, I just want to acknowledge how fire this More Life playlist is. I had originally planned to push my post to tomorrow but after the liquor got going and I felt the shot clock of being downtown widening, I figured this was a perfect time for me to get on here and talk some shit. Now while I feel like I turn up to every Drake project that has been dropped dating back to So Far Gone, this turn out was no different. After having a couple of my boys recognize that this drop was far too complex to just settle in with a pair of iPhone earphones, my arms were twisted to host a kick back. Which meant alcohol of course. And just like any Saturday that has taken place from 2011 to now I obliged. Gladly I sit here while Do Not Disturb sprays in the background. I can’t help but think of the court date in April that I have coming up. To just give you guys a bit of a background, here in little boogie down basic Melbourne, there is a bar named Off the Traxx. Well if you are anyone who is anyone you know about the back entrance. The patio to this bar where the drinks are stronger and the vibes are way realer. I’ve casually taken this stroll, a long but narrow dark bridge of lane layered with a train track that leads to the back entrance to a plethora of bars. After making it to the destination with a friend, we were stopped, by two rent-a-cops. No warning, but we were confronted with a bunch of fancy words that equated to us being fucked. Now a ticket is a ticket, which is what we were getting, citations. But what really stung me is the fact that I was able to see drunk faces, white faces, people who were actually making it a mission to walk on these coveted train tracks getting the option to walk free. It concerned me that these people were getting warnings when we were not given the slightest option. Of course, I got mouthy with the cops, but who wouldn’t? This was unfair. This felt like when your least favorite teacher in third grade kicked the base a little closer on Field day for that shitty ass group of classmates that you hated. But this was all too familiar to me. A new lease on life was renewed for me, or so I was waiting for it. I don’t know if I was counting my chickens before they hatched but I sensed that I would be walking away from this ordeal. And in that moment there was a sense of happiness that fell over me and calmed me. I wonder when being able to walk away alive from a police encounter became something to brag about, but instantly I knew not to question it. So now I sit with what appears to be a juvenile ticket, I’ve given this pop belly basic ass cop the wrong address three times, and a fake social security number. I stare at a court date that plays around a trip to Charlotte that I had already planned on not remembering. Do I even show up? For me, yes. Because as K Michelle says, “I got some bitches to stunt on,” and I feel like these cops picked the wrong one to mess with. This isn’t my first run-in with the cops in this shitty town and I know it probably won’t be the last, but I think that a nice tuxedo will go  a long way in letting a judge know that I am not the one to be finessed. But what I’m most disgusted about last night is that this bar, Off the Traxx had a line. This bar that I created. That I single handedly made pop. I will be the one to say that it was not a vibe until it hit my Snapchat. But that is neither here nor there. This blog goes out to all the people I no longer entertain who I saw last night. Keep being thrifty.

Yours Truly,


5 Ways to Unlock Strength During Spring Break Withdrawals

So if you are like any other recent graduate in America right now, you may be dealing with some massive FOMO. For those of us who still have friends attending colleges and universities in Florida, we are all well aware that March is basically a big block of Spring Break Debauchery. The twenty-somethings who aren’t living under a rock will be haunted by spring break posts in almost every corner of social media that they should choose to trek to. Pile that on top of an aggressive work week at the office, and you’ve got a recipe for disaster that only a dark room, ambient music, and a shitty Netflix marathon can fix. Luckily for you guys, I will present to you 5 ways to unlock your true strength while handing your spring break withdrawals.

  1. Proper Music Selection. giphyNow if you are like me and are lucky enough to be able to bump music in your workplace, this is a major key. Music not only boosts your productivity but once you get to stringing together albums and playlists, the hours of the day melt away pretty quickly. I would recommend my Future playlist I created with my favorites from his last two albums which I will link here Issa Playlist. Even if you can’t listen to music while you work the playlists on the ride to and from work are key as well. I can’t tell you how many times this past week I’ve gotten into my car feeling bitter that I wasn’t waking up on a cruise ship. After a couple plays of Pull Up With Ah Stick, I’m ready to let it hit at the workplace. BOOM, spring break scaries defeated. This also goes on to mention that your shower playlist needs to be on point during this spring break debauchery. While showers clean us, relax us, and help relieve stress, the tunes we pair with it will help to battle off those stupid thoughts you got while watching Toya nurse that same rum bucket the whole day on somebody’s beach.
  2. Mid Week Happy Hour. tenorKinda mad at myself that I didn’t take my own advice on this. Whilst every hour is happy hour when I’m alone at my apartment, nothing beats just getting up and actually being in a bar environment. Especially during the week, because most of the times that is when their specials are the most proper. There’s also just the gamble of going out to a bar in the middle of the week that you have to deal with. What’s the crowd going to be like? But, if you are unlike me and can get over that hump or have people to go with I would definitely 10/10 recommend pursuing it. Some of my greatest stories from this little town start with “So we were at happy hour”.
  3. Shorten Your Social Media Stint. post-31321-hes-wired-in-gif-The-Social-Ne-y2MQSeriously I think this should go without saying. Or even a social media cleanup may be necessary. You don’t need to see Tommy on his 9th spring break ripping beer bongs like it is nobody’s business. You can’t get FOMO if you don’t know what you’re missing out on. Cue the forehead point meme guy. If you are one of those people who is constantly connected, this step will prove to be very hard for you. But honestly, we could all use a little break from social media here and there. It can get very overwhelming between Donald Trump’s tweets and the omnipresent reminder that you never have a spring break to look forward to again. So take a break, go to the gym, do good, and try the social media thing again in April.
  4. Watch/Read Good Content. tumblr_oko4bkEF2z1s78x4wo2_400Another way to forget about all the spring break you’re missing out on is to dive into your favorite series and books. Using that hour before you go to bed to get it cracking on that book you’ve been meaning to read is better than scrolling through Instagram anyway. If you’re anything like me you are waiting for Rihanna to make her appearance on the final season of Bates Motel. After passing out behind Monday’s Rihanna-less episode, I didn’t get a reminder of Spring Break until the close of work Tuesday. I say all of this to say it doesn’t just have to be books or tv shows to get your spring break amnesia going. Whatever relaxes you can help as well, whether that be going for a jog or taking a few extra minutes to call and check on your grandma.
  5. Take PTO.


If all else fails and you are just too weak to go on take some time off if you can. You’ve gotta use that time anyway right? If you’re a nice person unlike me you won’t leave your team in shambles. But hey, who says you are too old to go drink for drink with the 21-year-olds? You’re still pretty young anyway, and who needs time off at Christmas? If you do choose this route just remember that you can’t just roll over when that alarm clock comes Monday like you used to do for that 8 AM Physics lab. If you are strong enough to take about the pros and cons that come with this choice then go ahead. Just make sure you have ample stories to go around when you get back. And don’t be the 24 year old still running the beer pong table. I hear they hate that dude..yikes.

Yours Truly,


Watch Out For Your Remy Ma Friends

Unless you have been living under a rock for the past week, then you will have known that former inmate Remy Ma has taken it upon herself to throw a couple jabs in the form of diss songs at the current self proclaimed Rap Queen: Nicki Minaj. For the sport of Hip-Hop, black twitter has cheered from the sideline in the midst of this, some showing loyalty to either side and others on the fence about it.

Now, while rap beef always draws the attention of Hip-Hop fans far and wide eager to see the best bars on display. Today’s world doesn’t quite compete when it came to the beefs of yesteryear. There were times where rap beefs lead to the falling of empires, demise of careers, and death. Which makes me question where the excitement for such events came from, especially amongst the black community. I think that deep down it all stems from the point that people love to cheer for the underdog, until of course the underdog actually starts winning. Once that underdog strings together a combination of wins where they are no longer the underdog, the community searches heavily for a new contender, a new winner. They hate to see you winning for too long.

I’m always up for a good rap beef. Especially when responses are original and produced in a timely manner. But today with social media and the belief that jokes are greater than facts, people often fly off the handle hyping things that are sometimes very untrue.

Remy Ma strung together punchlines in her Shether diss that as the week went along a running tally of her claims were deemed false. When no response came back, she went on to praise the song’s chart ranking, which came days after her acknowledging the fact that sales don’t matter. After having to continuously see Minaj on her Instagram feed partying with models and sitting front row at some of the top shows during Paris fashion week she went on to put out another track: Another One. This subpar track with a low budget beat was a complete rip of Drake’s Back To Back from the first word Remy uttered. In my opinion this deadened a lot of the momentum that Remy had moving forward with Shether. Not only was the diss unoriginal, it sucked. After being handed out L’s by the majority of black twitter, who had just a short few nights ago praised her for her performance on Shether, she grew angry. Even resorting to posting a risqué old photo of Minaj to gain control of the situation.

If you had never heard anything about this and are puzzled, trust me I was too. This quick change of emotion came from a woman, who on every radio show interview she’s done in the past year, when asked about Minaj has had nothing but nice things to say. Phrases like “She’s never done nothing to me” and “She’s supposed to say she’s the Queen” were now being replaced with phrases like “She’s doing things behind the scenes” and “She’s trying to keep me from getting a bag”. All of this of course for the general audience will lead to unanswered questions that unfortunately will stay unanswered for a long while.

So where does this leave us? Well Hip-Hop fans around the world all agree that Minaj must respond to this formidable opponent even though Another One was garbage. Some fans state that Minaj shouldn’t even worry about it because Remy is trying to gain clout off of her name and the situation. I think that Minaj will respond. The difference however will be that Minaj will string together a combination of tracks and subliminals that will outline a Platinum Album.

What can we learn from this? Watch out for your Remy Ma friends. There will be friends who are always silently competing with you. They may not clap when you win, but they are there when you might happen to slip up. These Remy Ma friends will also claim to support you, but honestly they have been hating the whole time and really are just plotting on your down fall. There is nothing you can do to avoid these friends. They will seep into your circle here and there especially at a young age. Just know that what’s meant for you will always be for you and that God never said the weapons wouldn’t form just that they wouldn’t prosper.

Yours Truly,



My title is solely named after the fourth drink in my flight at the brewery. No Game of Thrones spoilers here for those who may be brought here by the shameless tag that I will plug on WordPress. I’m really just trying to figure out why I am feeling this alcohol the way that I am. For those that know the Florida me, I was able to hit my favorite brunch spot ever Backwater today. And after slamming a carafe or two and having the best limp bacon to date I felt like it was better to write now while I have the power to do so.

February, a month that is heralded as Black History Month. Something that I celebrate down to the second every day. Trust me I will tell your grandma on the street how a black man created the stop light. I have also never been in a wreck, but if the time ever does come I plan on using this same fact to my advantage with Geico. I feel like everyone owes us checks. But anyways, February has been good to me. Just as a side note, this r in February is tripping me the fuck out right now. I have been able to link up with four of my day 1’s in one month. And for that I am forever thankful. I don’t know but its something about getting drunk with people who were on your Myspace Top 8 that screams vintage. I love this, because I try to get as much of a vintage aesthetic as possible in multiple crossings of this journey. For any thirty somethings that may be reading this post I am sorry, please look away, but this is strictly for my young twenty somethings. Think about your myspace top 8 right now, and if you can accurately check all of them off the list for getting fucked up with I will applaud you because it has been a task.

One of my reasons for creating this space, was for me to be able to basically communicate whatever I wanted to communicate in a public documented sense. So, I recently started working on a pilot script for the American Black Film Festival which I am very excited about. I’m not the one to ever really talk about anything I’m plotting, but for me I just felt like this is something I want documented. I plan on incorporating my writings in future blogs, so to just get it out there here is me speaking on it.

As I sit here in a dimly lit room, with the light sounds of Age Ain’t Nothing But A Number spraying in the background, I wonder how 22 year old Joe ever successfully drank from noon to 2 am. After a few mimosas, a flight of beers, and a shimmering glass of wine I am wondering where nap time is. Is that lame? I think that I should have trophies for how easy it was for me to pop bottles of champagne into cheap beers into a sea of well liquor. I start bobbing my head in a cocky manor as I list out my drunken accolades.

As I dust off my shoulders, I think about the 3 boot and rally’s that I was able to produce from an old friend. I pride myself in being able to turn it up when it is most definitely needed.

But I think I am mostly just serving this post as a means to let everyone know to always go with what you believe in. I am going to work on my script and listen to a couple records. If we’re in the same city, mention this post and its shots on me. Y’all know how the kidd get down.

Yours Truly,