“This album is dedicated…to all the people that lived above the buildings I was hustlin’ in front of that called the police on me when I was just trying to make some money to feed my daughter.” – Biggie Smalls.
T’Yanna Wallace at her sweet 16.
Today marks three years since the passing of my grandfather Charles DeWitt Jones. I know just about every girl loves her Grandpa, but he seriously was my favorite person. I used to say that even when he was still living. In his last year he came with me to a hardcore show to see Cipher perform. Yes, ladies and gentlemen – my grandfather brought the mosh at age 85.
Here’s to you, Grandpa. I hope heaven’s hollering today!
…on another note…my birthday is tomorrow. I’ll be 29. My bday is preceded by two consecutive days of remembrance: Biggie died March 9th, my Grandpa died March 10th, and then there’s March 11th – my birthday. A celebration of life? A roller coaster of emotions? Just another day? This is just life – my life. Gotta live it day-by-day…
…doesn’t that count for SOMEthing?
I mean, aren’t I an authority on culture by some standards? Can at least get 3 minutes of fame off of this? Ha!
