As America prepares to enter its golden age, I just want to thank all of my friends on this wonderful platform for giving me a rich life full of love and laughter.
the woman in the pharmacy said to me "enjoy" as i left and paid for my goods. i loved how she treated the anti depressants i was picking up like they were a tasty treat
There’s a seasonal menu at one of the coffee shops I go to. If you’re in Baltimore and DC, please show love to Llamas’ Corner —Black owned. Business been going through some issues, and they need some support.
Where in DC to get foie gras based on your politics
MAGA: Butterworths
Pro-Palestine progressives: Albi (dessert)
Resist libs: Any Jose Andres restaurant
Third-way/corpo Dems: Mastro’s Steakhouse
Establishment Republicans: 1789 Restaurant
Thank You All For The Messages And Prayers! I Will Get Back To You Each Individually As I Get Stronger. Thank You To All The Tampa General Hospital Staff And Doctors That Put Up With Me Until 4:30am. I Appreciate You All And Thank You For Everything You Did For Me! I Am Focused On My Healing And Recovery Right Now. I Will Be Okay! And Just So You Know For Those Who Were Asking And Wondering, I Don’t Own My Own Facebook Page Anymore. I Apologize For The Reckless Posting Behavior On My Facebook When I Was In The Hospital. It Was Completely Inappropriate!
This is above Katt more of a sad clear indication of the literacy crisis in the community because the event was titled “Katt Williams Book Tour” and when you walked in, they handed you a book if the fear of reading didn’t kryptonite you niggas yall might’ve been able to hear him say some jokes throughout
Cornel West: Now Brother Barney is purple AND green. And even Brother Barney knows class struggle is not a struggle BETWEEN classes, but rather a struggle to eliminate class altogether.
Norm Finklestein: I’m sorry. I’m sorry. You would call this reptilian imbecile your brother?
Today’s PHP security risks got me thinking about how I could have been more vulnerable with you. Perhaps we can patch things up and be there 4 one another.
There was a good dude who used to sell dope in Bushwick back in the 80s. Basquiat would cop from him when it was dry on the Lower. Dude had access to an abandoned bodega where he’d let certain clients (5 bundles and better) get right. One time he had a few paint cans sitting in a corner, legend has it one night Basquiat asked him if he could paint the gate outside.
Dude said yeah, and Basquiat painted one of the devils he'd paint in the dark days of his addiction.
He then goes back to the city with the dope he had left and OD’s. The next day, his face is on the cover of all the newspapers. Homie with the spot in BK has someone take the gate down and quickly puts it in storage.
At some point, dude gets knocked, does a few years. When he gets home, he brings the gate to Basquiat’s father who had put together an authentication team of his son's closest friends. At that time everyone and their mother was pulling up with Basquiat works looking to cash in. Basquiat’s buddies who knew his work well recognized the piece to be his immediately, but his dad put 2 and 2 together and rejected it.
Dude knew he had a real Basquiat, but they said it wasnt. Thats when the real fuckery began.
The movie is called The Last Basquiat.
Based on a true story.
Someone tell Cudi to make that. We’ve had our fill of Basquiat biopics.