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On Run’s House – Jojo gets busted ep

It was out in the media a minute ago that Reverend Run’s son Jojo got arrested for marijuana possession. Many folks wondered if they would go there on air. Surprise, they did. I always thought Run’s House was a cool ass show because the family seemed pretty real as far as celebrities go. This just adds to it all, handling mistakes in the media right on the show. Thumbs up yall.

One thing that stood out was that when Run was expressing his disappointment in Jojo to his brother Russell, Russ was on that, “you can’t tell Jojo shit because you used to smoke MAD weed when you was his age” bullshit. To quote Russell, Run used to “smoke like a chimney.” Okay, okay nigga. You’ve got to be kidding me. Is this Mr. Hip Hop Accountability? Mr. Rush Philanthropic? Mr. Community Empowerment? Mr. Yoga? Fuck outta here. I’m telling you all, I’ve done (and am sure to do) some dumb shit in my life. As a teenager I did wonderfully in school and I was involved in stuff like student government, sports and community service. However, I did a LOT of dirt. A LOT. There is no way I want my kids to do what I did, nor will I let that behavior slide just because I did it once upon a time. Aren’t we supposed to want more for our children? They say that hindsight is 20/20 and that wisdom comes with age. If that’s true, why would we look to our youth for parenting strategies? Yeah, that “do as I say, not as I do” line sounds like a bunch of garbage when you’re on the receiving end but it sounds kind of good to someone who learned from their mistakes. While looking to his past drug use might help him understand what’s going on with his son better, I don’t think it should give Jojo a get out of jail free card (really, no pun intended). Continue reading

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a day in court

I was in court yesterday and although I recently graduated law school I wasn’t there to represent anyone, nor was I there to chat with a judge or observe lawyers in action. I was there because I had to drive my mother. It wasn’t for anything too bad. She just had some tickets or traffic violations that hadn’t been paid and were probably some kind of violation of probation, I don’t really know because I didn’t really ask. Anyway, I go to take her and my uncle wanted to come along for the ride. We get there and it’s a small, town court in another county. Really small. My mom has to sign in and she sits in front waiting on her lawyer. My uncle and I pass through security behind her and for some reason unbeknownst to anyone, my uncle signs his name too. My mother yells at my uncle to quit writing his damned name because that’s the list that goes to the judge which he’ll use to call on the people there to go before him. With this knowledge, my uncle starts frantically crossing his n ame out. See, this idiot has been before this particular judge before and from what I could gather, they don’t have that great of a relationship. Plus my uncle thinks there’s a possibility that there could be a warrant for him in this county or some reason they’d wanna lock him up. Basically, signing his name down there was tantamount to turning himself in. What a retard, right? I don’t even know why he would volunteer to walk up in the courtroom knowing all of this ahead of time. Now, nothing happened. My mom got called, she and her attorney went up to the bench and got a continuance. Womp womp. I just had to point out my uncle’s stupidity for the gazillionth time. Continue reading


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half-truth: crack kills

It’s not totally untrue. If you’re anything like me, you grew up in the midst of America’s ‘War on Drugs’ and you probably wore a D.A.R.E. t-shirt or the family car sported a bumper sticker. We all saw the commercials, “this is your brain on drugs,” and many of us came closer to crack than we should have as young people. So it has been drilled into our heads that crack kills. Use drugs, you’ll die. Hell, if smoking weed can cause you to run over a pre-teen out for a bike ride, smoking crack has got to be the end of it all, right? Kinda.

I’m no fan of crack cocaine, yall. I know it’s hella bad. As if we needed proof, the Office of National Drug Control Policy lists the health effects from crack use:

Physical effects of cocaine use, including crack use, include constricted blood vessels and increased temperature, heart rate, and blood pressure. Users may also experience feelings of restlessness, irritability, and anxiety.

In addition to the usual risks associated with cocaine use, crack users may experience acute respiratory problems, including coughing, shortness of breath, lung trauma, and bleeding. Crack cocaine smoking also can cause aggressive and paranoid behavior.

Of an estimated 113 million emergency department (ED) visits in the U.S. during 2006, the Drug Abuse Warning Network (DAWN) estimates that 1,742,887 were drug-related. DAWN data indicate that marijuana was involved in 290,563 ED visits.

According to the National Institutes of Health,

Regardless of how or how frequently cocaine is used, a user can experience acute cardiovascular or cerebrovascular emergencies, such as a heart attack or stroke, which may cause sudden death. Cocaine-related deaths are often a result of cardiac arrest or seizure followed by respiratory arrest.

So yeah, there you have it. Crack cocaine can kill. Still, it doesn’t really kill people like they made/make it out to do. How do I know this? Why am I even bringing this up? Well, as you can tell from some of my last posts, I’m back in my hometown. Since I don’t have shit else to do, I spend a lot of time running errands for my fam or going to see my grandfather. I also take a moment to ride around some. As I’m passing through, I keep noticing people who I know for a fact were heavy crack addicts. I’ve seen some of them buy and smoke it with my own eyes, so no speculation is necessary. What bugged me out as I was driving earlier today was that these motherfuckers are STILL around. They ain’t EVEN dead.

Not that I wish they were dead. I’m just kind of surprised. We’re talking 10 years at least that these people have been on that shit. From what I can tell, they’re still on it (that right there is speculation as to one woman, I’d bet the farm on the other). The one I’m speculating to, she just kinda pissed me off cuz I saw her on the same corner I remember seeing her on when I was a kid. Not like a teenager, a kid. Damn… go elsewhere!

When I drove past one chick and saw that she still looked pretty out there, I said to myself damn, I guess crack don’t kill after all. True, it kills your mind, your appearance, your life, your family, your community. It’s one of the most devastating things to happen to our country. But after all that crack kills scare shit they fed us, I really thought that people I knew were going to die in a short matter of time. I had even made my peace with it. Turns out, you can suffer a LONG time with someone who is on that shit. That’s what they need to tell people – – “Crack is highly addictive and bad for you. It’ll destroy your life and you’ll have to live suffer with it for a very looonnnnngggg time.”


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Badu: “… And she can die”

Now, I already LOVE Erykah Badu. Why does she insist on continuing to do things to make me love her even more? She’s a witch, yo. I’m convinced. I digress.

If you haven’t already, check out this article from Blender Magazine where Sarah Bellum answers the uncommon questions and um, for lack of a better term, keeps it real. (note the pink parts, they had me rolling)

Who Does Erykah Badu Think She Is?

Your self-portrait is full of patterns and symbols. Do they mean anything? 

I’m a double Pisces, and they say we see things a little differently. We see as if we’re looking at things from under water. I just have a different point of view. 
And why did you draw a tuning fork? 
To be in tune with the frequency of the world, I use tuning forks in my music. Each one has a certain vibration that relates to a color, scent and set of organs. You can heal with tuning forks-I did it yesterday for somebody who had a cold. That’s a throat chakra issue, so it’s A. You put the tone of A from the head to the toe and it vibrates the mucus away. 
Do you remember your first experience with alcohol? 
I was at Grambling State University, and the fashion club had a little afterparty. They were playing a drinking game, I messed up and I had to drink a shot of Everclear. Next thing I remember was being back at my dorm on the bathroom floor. My girlfriends spent the night with me, to make sure I was cool. They said I was singing. I didn’t even know I was a singer at that point. 
So Everclear was the start of your career? 
Yes. Everclear made everything clear. 
Tell us about your worst haircut. 
I cut all my hair off in 1989. As it was growing out, I put it into these little twists and I went to my grandma’s house. She told me she wasn’t gonna let me in. “You look like rats have been sucking on your hair.” It’s funny, my black grandmother doesn’t really like anything black or African. (laughs) If it doesn’t look like “One Life To Live,” she doesn’t like it. 
How many people have you truly loved? 
I’ve always wanted the best for the people in my life. Except for one person: Bombita. She was in the fifth grade with me. And she can die. 
She was mean. She used to step on my toes, anything to make me mad. I hope she’s a ghetto statistic. And if that keeps me out of Heaven, then so be it. 
If we drug-tested you, what would we find? 
Wheatgrass. Green juice. Any kind of zionic bacteria, like chlorophyll and spirulina. I’m drug-free, alcohol-free. Isn’t that boring? Maybe I should be Kid Rock for a day. 

(this, I do not believe, by the way)
What would you do with that day? 
If I was Kid Rock for a day, I would go to the hood and talk shit, just to see what would happen. Talk lots of shit and start some fights with some big black dudes. 

What do you spend too much money on? 
I have a shoe fetish. And I spend a lot at Whole Foods. 
At least food is nutritious. You don’t need more than one pair of shoes. 
Are you crazy? Who are you? Now I’m pissed off. 
Let’s say you wake up in the middle of the night, and we’re putting all your shoes into a bag. What would you do? 
(laughs) I’d pull out my pistol and as I’m cocking the handle back, I’d ask you very nicely, “Put. The shoes. Back.” Slowly, so you would understand exactly what I’m saying. I think you would put the shoes back. 
You’re probably right. What habit do you have that other people find annoying? 
I’m late all the time. I have no perception of time. (laughs) Time is for white people. It doesn’t work with me. 

Who is your fantasy man? 
Batman. He’d let me drive that fast car. We’d go to Whole Foods and hold hands and take a shot of wheatgrass together. We’d go up to the counter, and he’d pay. I’d have an invisible jet, so we’d fly away -leave the car there, let Robin take care of it-and kiss in midair. We wouldn’t care who sees us. 
How would you describe your taste in sex? 
I’m such an organized person that it takes all the fun out of spontaneous sex. It has to be organized the way I want: the clothes have to be folded up neatly, my own music has to be playing. It just adds to the whole show-it’s all about me, it’s my show. 

Who was the last person you punched? 
My sister. And was pregnant. (laughs) Well, she was talking shit! 
Have you ever doubted your sexual orientation? 
Never. I’ve had a boyfriend since I was 5. His name was Benny, and he could make gun noises by crushing a milk carton with his foot. The first person I ever kissed was Huber Miles, in third grade. Then I asked him for money. (laughs) I thought it was appropriate. 
What does a kiss cost now? 
You have to change gods and wear crochet pants. You haven’t heard about me? 
SHEESH I love this woman! 


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