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"I'm good man. I'm good..." Around this time last year, depression became a real thing for me. Not that I was suffering from it, but I had watched what it had done to my best friend. Someone who had always laughed and joked around. Someone who was so smart and witty, now reduced to what … Continue reading Depression 101 Pt.1
What a difference a year makes... When I first started this blog, my focal point was to do one blog a month and focus on one person a month specifically. The first person I chose to write about was my best friend Jaquan who tried to kill himself. What initially was supposed to be one … Continue reading 2020
Its our Rule #2... About a year or so ago, I met a man. He was tall and burly. He laughed a lot, had a huge red beard, and tried to sell me video games. He was different than I was in almost every way, vegan, didn't like to swear, he bad mouthed Grubhub. In … Continue reading In Gage We Trust
"A lion remains a lion until it's dead..." If you follow me on Facebook, I always talk about growing up around gangsters. How I watched them move, watched them hustle, watched them fight, and watch them try to survive. Over the years, the life of a gangster, once gloried by rappers like 2pac and The … Continue reading The Last of the G’s
When you are lost, truly lost, he'll find you... Liquor, drugs, guns, violence. These are the things I grew up around. These are the things the Bronx provided. I know the Bronx. I know the game, the players, and sadly, I know the results. Dead or in jail is way more common than famous rapper … Continue reading Finding Faith
Maybe we never will... Anthony Toulson was the best basketball player I had ever watched in person. We grew up together on Franklin Ave in the Bronx. At the age 12, he was already being picked to play with the older guys on their teams for basketball, while the rest of us, including myself, had … Continue reading Franklin’s Star
Like any other day... Yesterday.. a woman was walking into where I work (she worked there too), had a heart attack, fell in the parking lot, and died. She was 54. Now at first it didn’t effect me any (if at all) because although I’ve seen her around, we had never met, never spoke, never … Continue reading Maribeth
