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Chilling with my ma for her b-day. Pops pulled a Chris Bosh on us.
I was chilling and minding my own business. Then they put this smelly girl next to me to take a picture and it messed up my whole environment. Her mom came and picked her up cause I was screaming like a banshee.
Lesson learned. Don’t put no dead fish-smelling girl around me.
I don’t even talk to my cousin anymore.
Its funny how things change as you get older.
Birthday @ Cheesecake Factory.
I grew up in a one bedroom apartment with my parents in The Bronx. I had to share a bed with them until I got big enough and got my own. I learned a lot of things on this block.
By age 10 I had seen drug dealing, dog fighting, things on fire, and I knew about words I shouldn’t have known about (which is probably why I like them so much). My uncle upstairs used to deal weed. In actuality, it was rabbit food laced with some other shit. Haven’t seen him since we moved to Miami. On this block, I lived near 5 cousins, 2 uncles, 3 aunts, a grandma, and a great aunt. It made being an only kid not so bad.
I wouldn’t change any of that.
This picture of me and my grandfather still kinda chokes me up. Couple weeks ago, we had to bury him. I helped carry the casket, I got up and said some words while kept looking at him. It was tough. But surprisingly, some said they were proud of me for doing that. I didn’t expect that.
I did my usual thing, making folks laugh. Talked about his road rage and those times he drove me around while flipping people off. Pops was a G, had a gun in the compartment and another in the trunk and always had a cig in his mouth. He told his stories here and there and I learned from him. But as it often goes, people never know how much you appreciate them until after they’re gone.
My face has stayed this way ever since the Heat lost. I’m prepared for the reality of staying like this forever.
20 years later, still look the same.
This pic is old. I resized it a long time ago and can’t find the original one.
I used to wear that necklace because it was something my grandmother gave me, so it was sentimental.
LOL @ that shirt. Wore it twice, never again. Some kid fucked it up when I went to a barbecue.
Always been a pimp.
This was back in ‘88 in NY. My pops was working on his Honda (look @ those rims, ho).
I pulled out some shit and threatened to kill his tire unless he bought me a new G.I. Joe. Mom thought it was funny so she took a pic.
I got that G.I. Joe though.
Me and mi madre, mid 80s in Miami.
See me with the open shirt though, showing off my chest. Hoes drowned in my sea of swag.
I’m here cleaning out my closet, and this tee is on the way out. Figured I’d post these (old) pics for old time’s sake.