Category: Essay

  • Hotboys

    Hotboys

    “You know you hot when you gotta dodge pussy.” He leaned back in the Monte Carlo until the leather seat was so low it was more like a lounge chair. A woman walked by. Slowly, he adjusted his seat back up but only halfway. He wore baggy Enyce pants tucked loosely into untied Tims and an oversized Ecko […]

  • Why I Loved–and Left–Detroit

    Why I Loved–and Left–Detroit

    Detroit is a bad city. I mean, Michael Jackson bad. Urban Dictionary bad. I love the country feel of the East side because it reminds me of home. I love the stylish realness of the West side because it reminds me what I left home to experience. I love being in a city full of black […]