Maradona con Queen.
Brother Ali wrote a diss track about Macklemore that contains a bunch of phrases that rhyme with the word “Macklemore”—“map before,” “clappin for,” “askin’ your,” “stats galore,” “mask you wore,” etc.—but never actually uses the word Macklemore. I appreciate this technical skill.
"I recently managed to completely let go of my past."
“What part of your past was the hardest to let go?”
“A missed opportunity with a woman. She believed in me more than I believed in myself, but I wasn’t ready to commit. She told me: ‘If you keep on like this, you’re going to end up old and alone.’”
“How long ago was that?”
I feel like the main lesson of this blog is that people are so desperate to unburden themselves of their pain that they’ll share their deepest old wounds with practically anyone who asks, even some strange bro who approaches them on the sidewalk asking to take their picture. I once talked to this great doctor doing STD research in black communities in the Deep South who told me that he would begin all of his patient interviews just by asking people how they were doing or how they were feeling. He said the number of seemingly hardened people who would break down in tears simply because someone was genuinely asking them how they were feeling was astonishing. Therapy should be free.