BK Whoppers >>> Crack?

This is a hilarious video! It seems like Burger King's Whopper burger has the same effect as crack cocaine in some hoods. What would happen if there was no more crack cocaine all of a sudden? Me, I wouldn't give a shit, but others? Don't get me wrong, I LOVE Whoppers, but there are just some things I wouldn't do if they instantly went AWOL. Anyway, enjoy this video below. NSFW (language, laughter).



J7

Why Would I Get Married?

Hmm... that's a good question. I'll have to do a pro/con/compare to see if I can answer that one.

PRO: My Parents are happily married, and so were my Grandparent - why break the chain? Marriage is the right thing to do. Children need both parents in the household. And... (help me out here)...

CON: Those two pictures up top. Hot grits. Human nature. Bobbit. That show "Cheaters", TMZ, wifey's girlfriends (armed with camera phones), wifey's parents (who'll never like you), your ex who'll never let go, HALF!!, bad ass stepkids who's favorite words are "you ain't my daddy"... Really, I could go on and on (no need to help me out here)...

I could be wrong, but I don't think marriage is in the cards for me. Like drugs, once you reach a certain age and you haven't tried it yet, you lose all curiousity in indulging. I look around today and I see the holy unions of my peers dropping like the Twin Towers. I heard that over 50% of marriages end in divorce, nowadays. Hell, they even have a reality show on TV about it (Divorce Court). But to keep it fair and balanced, I see a lot of beautiful marriages all around me, too. Healthy, faithful, respectful and strong unions where the man is truly best friends with the woman (my Parents).

I'm hoping that this isn't a new trend, but it's starting to look like the wifeys and the jump-offs are turning all Black Widow on the brothers. Dudes are waking up dead. To quote Combat Jack in one of his recent posts, "What part of the game is this?"

SMH...
J7

A Moment of Clarity...

Gotta say that I'm high as hell right now. Nope, not on drugs... I never touch the stuff. No booze either. I quit drinking weeks ago.

Ya boy Jamal is high on LIFE right now. I haven't been this high since the summer of 1995, right before I picked up my first drink. My thoughts are clearer. My appetite is better. The sun is shining brighter. My smile is bigger. The Lord's voice is louder. My gears are no longer stuck in neutral and, dammit, it's time to GO!!

Hope this moment of clarity lasts a lifetime.

What a buzz!
J7

I Miss The HIP HOP SHOP Too...

Man, I miss the HIP HOP SHOP!!! Every artist in Detroit does, too. I remember when me, my Brother Mike, and all the young emcees in my neighborhood would cram into my '94 Escort every Saturday afternoon and shoot down 7Mile. It was a few stores west of Greenfield. It was small but vibrant. Crowded but comfortable. It was the place to be!

I miss DJ Head and DJ Slimfast broadcasting the pure dope that the radio stations wouldn't touch. I miss playing my new shit for Thyme (Goon Squad) who was employed there. He always dug my beats. Lyrics? Eh...

I miss all of those dope emcees from all corners of the Nation who made the trip as well. Thinking back on it, it's kinda funny how I'm standing next to people like Obie Trice, Elzhi, Bizarre, Denaun and Eminem... and not knowing who the hell these cats were at the time (1994). I think I saw Royce up there too, not sure.

I really miss Deshawn "Proof" Holton. Me and Deshawn go waaaay back to 4th grade (1984). I remember first hearing about this dope emcee that everyone called "Proof" in the early '90s. So I made my first ever trip to the SHOP to check this cat out. When I got there, I saw Deshawn, who I hadn't seen in years at the time...

Jamal7Mile: *walks into the SHOP, sees Deshawn* "Deshawn!! What's up doe?! I ain't seen you in a minute!"

Deshawn: "Jamaaaaal, what up man?!" *dap, dap, etc.*

J7: "Say, have you ever heard of this rapper they called Proof? I heard he's up here a lot."

Deshawn: "I'm Proof."

J7: *smirks*... "Uh huh, riiiight... still cracking them jokes, man."

Deshawn: "Jamal... I AM Proof!!"

I looked at him and my jaw dropped. His voice was exactly the same as Proof's voice on that tape I had. Deshawn was Proof!! WOW!! I've been rollin' with him every chance I got after that. One day, Eminem "went to California with his CD and met Dr. Dre". Before that, Maurice Malone shut down the SHOP and moved to NYC. Proof followed him there, I'm told. I lost touch with Deshawn after that. I think the whole world knows what happens next...

Damn, I miss THE HIP HOP SHOP!!

One,
J7

First Blogpost EVAR!!

Wow! My first blogpost ever! How to start?...

Guess I should explain the title of my blogspot, eh? "You Damned Right I Farted!!" (or, for short, Y-Drif) pretty much explains my attitude towards self-expression.

* It'll grab your attention
* It's unapologetic... If I said it or did it, I'll own it and embrace it (incl. typo's, slang, cursing)
* It's fuckin' funny!!

There's no blueprint for this site. It is what it is, and it will become whatever it becomes. I intend to use this site as a therapeutic tool. When I want to vent, reflect, share, argue, crack jokes or just plain ol' hang out in the comments section... I'll be here.

Nope, I'm not making a bid to become the "mad blogger" either. For those who know me (and those who E-know me), you know I'm not really like that.

With that being said, I'd like to thank you all for accepting my invite, clicking my name, or whatever you did to get here. I say "be patient" as I work to make this site "more me." Again, there is no blueprint, but I don't want to create a rambling mess either.

Stay tuned...

Jamal7Mile