Forgive me for not posting yesterday. After driving to Atlanta on 45 mins sleep, I was exhausted. Then I had to go to the concert that night, so it was hectic in Bomaniland. But I’m settled and actually taking two days off of work! I honestly have no idea the last time I did that. There will be posts, though. These are fun, not work.
Business…BV’s running my Bun B interview today. Check the bidness blog later today for clips from the interview that did not make it because of space limitations.
So I went to Morehouse’s homecoming concert last night. Yes, it had me feeling incredibly old. Jokers doing all that jumping up and down was too much for me. It ain’t 2001 no more. My party game then was like Jordan ’93. Now, it’s more like Jordan ’02. Still effective, but more cagey than before and definitely more respectful of gravity.
But here’s the thing–I think I got bumped in to about seventeen times in that piece, and not one person looked back to acknowledge that mistake.
When did that start happening?

When I was a kid, people would instantly turn around an apologize for bumping into you in the club or at a party. Why? Because a smudge on a new pair of Ones could be the start of the next man’s ending. When I was a kid, cats would turn around and say, “my bad” when they bumped into you because there was no telling what might happen if someone didn’t say “excuse me.” now, lil niggaz just walk around willy nilly, the embers of their Black and Milds smoldering at a level that could burn a hole in one of my favorite shirts. They don’t look back, and they ain’t even rollin deep enough for that to be a good idea.
That’s not gonna work, kids. Show some respect…you can still get it in the new millennium, bump what you heard.
The gangsters need to start packin heat in public again. For real, we need that threat of the end to get cats to start being respectful again. Cuz man, if I gotta deal with that every time I go out, we’re gonna have us some serious problems. This just ain’t cool. Contrary to what you heard, there is a role for the threat of violence in our society. Just can’t break it out all the time, dig?
Also kids–it’s not cool to roll up the green inside a college gym. I know smokin herb at a concert isn’t anything new, but show up high, man. Bring a brownie in your pocket, maybe. But chiefin out in a place that public is a bad look if you’re not in Amsterdam, Vancouver, et al. Bad enough that folks were burnin Newports like they were waiting on results from their HIV tests.
But whatever you do, quit bumpin into me and steppin on my shoes. I’m just too old for that shit.