ThunderCracker’s birthday was May 30th. I spoke to his moms for Mother’s Day. Gave her the update on the crew.
SoundWave jumped the broom and became a father again all in the space of thirty days.
Shotgun wedding?
There must have been several biscuits in the building because I know S.W. keeps one loaded.
TC’s mom was my mother sometimes just as much as my mother. When I say that she KNEW the shit that we got into was dangerous, but she wasn’t going to smother her son either I realized how hardbody a mom could be. TC’s mom warned me about getting him into trouble, but she also knew that he was better off running with me than with the other clowns in the neighborhood. I did dumb smart dumb shit. They just did dumb shit.
After my first arrest I decided that I had to come grand larceny or better since my father was going to kill me for it anyway. I was more scared of my dad, and Thundercracker’s moms than ANYONE in the city. I was still a glorious knucklehead though, but I made sure the stakes were high since I had to be responsible for people other than myself.
I am sorry for her that TC isn’t with us any longer. He will always be with me though.
Just ask SW, that dude TC was a rider. There’s no way on Earth he isn’t coming with me when I go to L.A. or Chicago. TC’s bornday was May 30th. Crazy as it sounds, but I just lost another good friend on May 30th. DESMOND MARGETSON was an 80yr old civil engineer that worked with me for the last ten years at my day job.
DESMOND was the most unassuming, humble person I have ever met. For all of his decades as a professional engineer I believe it was being a practical philosopher that DESMOND enjoyed most. His exuberance for life and for learning was overflowing. One of my favorite lessons from DESMOND is his approach to living the game of life. DESMOND liked to play by quarters. He said that if this was the system that bankers used to get rich we should all take heed. DESMOND would always ask me towards the end of March, June and September how my quarter was, and what plan did I have for the next one.
I slept on DESMOND when I first met him. I didn’t realize how much greater he was than the job he did. DESMOND was literally bigger than the whole thing. For a Black man to receive credit in the New York Times means that he must have really figured out some stuffwhitepeoplelike. Since DESMOND comes from Oak Bluffs on Martha’s Vineyard I’m sure he would be rooting for the Celtics to win the ‘chip this year.
Peace to you DESMOND MARGETSON.
GOD blessed me with your friendship.
