Skip to main content

Happy Father's Day, Lou.

First off, nobody cares about Father's Day.  I have two kids and I don't care about Father's Day.

That being said, I owe the men in my life everything that I have.  Like, not more than the women, but still everything if that makes any sense.

My dad wasn't good at it.  Making kids, sure.  Providing a moral compass and the like? Not so much.  He loved us, that was for sure and that is the metaphorical first base and even if your nigga don't get home, you can appreciate him getting on base.

The dude that is most responsible, good or bad, for who I am is Marshall Louis Hayes, Jr.

My Brother was born 8 years before me, in the prime spot for role modeling.  Like chasing the future, he is something I can never catch up to.  I have always been smart, but not as smart as Lou.  I'm strong  but not as strong as Lou, aside from Renaissance fest 2013 when I beasted him and my brother in law in the strength tester (I beasted everybody 3 for 3).

He is smart.  He takes Ls for his wife.  He loves his kids harder than possible and they are better off for it.

My whole life, I just want to be as good as Marshall Louis Hayes, Jr. and I am better for it.

On this Father's day I want to give a shout out to big brothers that did it well, even though they fucked you up in pillow fights.

I love you big brother.  You're a great dad, great role model, and a nigga that used to have a shag.  I hope you banged that big girl after your prom

Comments

Post a Comment

Got comments? Let it out. I always do.

Popular posts from this blog

Maury must be stopped. No one has profited more from Black people being ignorant than he.   I know the old saying: “Mama’s baby, Papa’s maybe.” But, contrary to popular belief, Black men love their children.   Everyone loves children.   Even if Black men realize that they aren’t bringing much to a household, they know that there is magic there.   That magic might be scary, like all magic, but it’s there.   There isn’t much difference between the love that develops between a man and a child with his D.N.A.   and a man that a child that he has raised. I am my father’s son.   No, I’m not light skinned or a hustler, but I laugh when I hear something funny.   I’ll sit on a porch and dink liquor all Saturday morning.   My toes are extraordinarily long (just like his).   I will see a beautiful woman and take notice just because I am a man and that’s what a man does.   My dad raised me well. When you see a Black man on Maury, y...
2 comments
Read more

For my friends that considered suicide when having a nigga in your corner isn't enough

I remember wanting to die.  I didn't want to kill myself per se, I just wished that I could just go the fuck away.  I was a young, skinny teenager that wasn't looking forward to anything outside of video games.  What kind of life is that? But teenage life is always stupid.  When the lead actor is phoning it in, the play sucks.  That is teenage life in America.  I wish I could say that only teenagers go dark enough to want to die but we all know that is not true.  Life gets so much harder for people that dare to be an adult. As an adult, I get reminded of my younger years because shit still gets dark.  When I feel that kind of hopelessness, I still remember the fire that gets lit inside of me.  My ability to say "Fuck all of these people." is my super power.  It is a necessary tool for me.  When all the love I try to spread around begins to fail that flaming hatred for those that I let push me there always comes back.  Someh...
Post a Comment
Read more

Code Cracked: LeBron

After LeBron James and the Cleveland Cavaliers were swept by the Golden State Warriors my timeline was predictably filled with people arguing that LeBron couldn't possibly be the greatest of all time because he didn't fart rainbows or just will his team to victory. One of the most eyebrow raising post was of Michael Jordan celebrating another title.  I don't even remember what Mike was going on about but it made remember remember something about Mike that I had forgotten in all the Lebron comparisons: Mike was a complete asshole. Then, I got to thinking about Mike's heir (air) to the title of best in the game, Kobe.  Kobe wasn't brimming with personality but one thing that we should all agree on, is that he was also a fucking dick.  I specifically remember him ignoring Chris Rock on the sidelines like he was too focused to be funny. Then there's LeBron James.  Even when he has a team full of underachievers he has the nerve to pick up his purse and leave ra...
Post a Comment
Read more