Some people had John Lennon. Some had Kurt Cobain. I had Tupac Shakur. I loved "Brenda's Got a Baby," "Keep Ya Head Up" and "I Get Around," but it wasn't until he was in prison and released Me Against the World that I became a die-hard fan. Heck, I replicated a Vibe cover... Continue Reading →
The Greatest Fighter of My Adolescence
He throws his chin out and opens his arms. He pauses. His opponent mimics. He does it again but unleashes a jumping left hook, catching his opponent off guard and off balance, stumbling back on his heels. He follows with a couple more punches until the only thing keeping his opponent from being on his... Continue Reading →
Ramblings
It's near the end of the first round of the NBA Playoffs and it's more than what I expected. Then again, I didn't expect much. As a Bulls fan, my one worry coming in was an injury to Derrick Rose and guess what happens, he sprains his ankle. Given, it's not a broken leg nor... Continue Reading →
Mister Saechao 