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It’s the fourth quarter kids. This is the time of the year that I live for. The crisp chill in the air is like a call to tighten up my shit. Santa is watching, of course. Mz. Peaches is watching too, you hear me?!? Mz.Peaches should host a Christmas variety show on B.E.T. Somebody get me REGGIE HUDLIN’s e-mail so I can pitch this. But back to the recognition that this is the 4Q (that’s business people talk). Some companies lose money all year long just to kill shit in the fourth quarter. MICHAEL JORDAN pwned fourth quarters. The Patriots still do. The point I’m trying to make is that this is the time of year that we put up, or we shut up. Now before you put this post in cliche purgatory I just want to say thanks to everyone that has rode with us this far, and don’t change the channel either, because you ain’t seen nothing yet…

Big shout to everyone that came to the FREEDOM Friday event for my birthday party. Shouts to C.S., RAFI, and The INTERN for holding down my Jack and Coke in the mezzanine V.I.P. section. Shouts to BILLY GENE, his wifey shorty and her girlfriend with the JANET JACKSON nipple ring pendant on the dance floor getting their Cabbage Patch and Running Man right. The theatre room was playing ‘Richard Pryor: Live On Stage’. Biggest shouts to the family from Hydra Records, BeatHustle dot com, and TURN ON Design for bringing me the cake. Y’all only need to fuck with that FREEDOM Friday party once to get turned out. Catch me next Friday.

Dukes took C.S. and I too see the ‘Color Purple’ on Broadway. Good times.

C.S. took me to the Oyster Bar restaurant and for a midnight cruise on the Hudson River. Great times.

Thanks for all of the birthday wishes.

Now let’s get it…

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