It’s crazy how Twitter can be both good and bad. I’m just sitting here minding my business and low and behold I see @UCanCallMeLA tweeting RIP Heavy D.

It takes nothing to do a Google search and there it is. Another pioneer rap legend, another young black man, another death.

It’s crazy when anyone passes on but it’s worse when that person is otherwise young and seemingly healthy.

I think of my friend, as I am sure he and Heavy D (Dwight Arrington Myers)  were friends, it’s fucked up because sometimes I don’t know what to say. I never know what to say when people die. What is there to say?

The last time I saw my friend he talked about how crazy it was that his peers are dying around him. It made him think of his own mortality. It made him look around and take tally of the soldiers and early pioneers of Hip Hop that are still left.

What does it feel like to be a person who is part of history? I wonder. There is one less now.

These are rich, accomplished black men. These black men aren’t dying in the streets behind “BEEF” or botched robbery attempts.

What the fuck is going on?

RIP.

I’m so sick right now.

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