Dear fellow Alums of Morehouse and Spelman,

Homecoming is a special time for me. Anybody that knows me, knows that there are only a FEW people from Morehouse and Spelman I can stand to eff with on a regular basis, if you are reading this you are probably one of them. Homecoming is one of the few times I can deal with the pretentious buppie wannabes that come back cuz I know that my peoples will be there. It sucks to not be there.

I’m trying to hold it down here in rainy Nashville and do it up TSU style, but I’m going to miss going from tent to tent, trying to FIND certain people and avoid about 10 others at the same time.

I’m going to miss randomly seeing all of my mom and dad’s classmates and trying not to slur my words or stumble over the curb as I’m talking to them in a drunken haze.

I’m going to miss randomly bumping into my sisters and then sneaking into the hole that they never fix in the fence to go to the tent and see my older family members and share a beer or two with my dad….yeah that’s probably what I’m going to miss the most this year! Drinking that beer with my dad, shooting the shit, introducing him to some random chick that’s hanging with me that day.

Am I going to miss having fake conversations with some dude/chick from my class that I never would have talked to before? No….

Am I going to miss the tent?….THE tent….HELL YES.

Am I going to miss the bougie homecoming parties? A little actually….as much as I talk bad about the posing and fake ass hobnobbing, there is something sickly entertaining about watching it go down…and every now and again I’ll see that one person I haven’t seen in years that will make it all worthwhile.

Anyway….have the fun you would have whether I was there or not….trust me, you’ll probably have more fun without me! I’ll be back when my life is right….

Love/Hate,

The Killa