T-giving

Hope everyone had a nourishing and reflective Thanksgiving. Big ups to Rian for taking care of the bird duties.

Definitely missed the presence of Casey and Mary. We chowed hard on the turkey, garlic mashed potatoes, green bean casserole and stuffing. Kerry made milkshakes for dessert with Stroh’s vanilla bean ice cream. Yum.

I get into this time of the year and try to see it for what it is. I’m a lucky man with a lot for which to be thankful. I’m alive, for one, and that’s always a good start, but I have it pretty good otherwise — I have an unbelievable legion of friends, or, as the kids on the street say, “My crew is thick.” Ah yes, crew thickness, wouldn’t trade it for the world. Other ghetto-based expressions to signify you’re in good company that might not fly so well in the hood?

My posse’s got viscosity

There is considerable girth to the presence of my acquaintances

God-dang my gang is the whole sh-bang

My boys resonate a kind of organic togetherness seen only in Samburu warrior tribes and some Division-II mens basketball programs

My clique is leviathan in scope

My peeps go deep(s)

I got a lot of friends and we fucking dig each other …