Z.K. Paschal

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In 1998, Michael Jackson, Shaq & Ice Cube made this hoops-themed remix of "We Be Clubbin." The plan was to put it in commercials & on a NBA compilation album called "We Be Ballin," but the project was shelved because of the lockout. Eventually, the full version leaked in '08.

"A Child Was Born", 1977. Photograph: Sergey Vasilyev

The Afroman Trial. -Cops raid Afromans house for bullshit reasons. -Steal money, break his door, fuck his house up. -No criminality found whatsoever, no charges at all pressed on Afroman. -Afroman spends the next 3 years making songs that make fun of all the officers involved by name, even using footage of the raid from his own CCTV cameras. -Songs had titles like "Randy Walters is a son of a bitch" and "Lick Em Low Lisa" accusing one of the officers of being a lesbian and sleeping with the other officers wives. -During the raid one officer looked like he was about to eat some lemon pound cake sitting on Afromans counter, Afroman made a whole album calling the officer fat. -The cops get mad and file a lawsuit for defamation. -Afroman turns up to court in a whole American flag suit. -Officers performatively mald and cry while listening to the songs really trying to oversell how badly the songs upset them. -One officer was suing because Afroman made a whole song about him saying he was fucking the officers wife. When the officer was asked if Afroman was really fucking his wife, he said "I don't know". Nuking his own case and establishing that there is a non-zero chance that Afroman might actually be fucking his wife. -As his only witness for the trial, Afroman brought a deputies EX FUCKING WIFE. -The jury ruled completely in favour of Afroman. This entire thing has been a great win for free speech and absolutely fucking hilarious.

Is it always this complicated ladies?

There's no such thing as traveling in the NBA anymore. Jalen Green took SIX steps in a 1-point game with 25 seconds left... no call 😭

new boy in tribe. name is pell. pell family walk in from east valley last moon. father dead. mother tired. pell maybe twelve winter. skinny. eye always on ground. nobody talk to pell. not because tribe mean. because tribe busy. and new boy who don't talk is easy to forget. oog watching from distance. watching pell eat alone. sit alone. walk edge of camp like he practicing being invisible. then one sun. zul walk up to pell. just walk right up. ten winter old. no fear. no politics. zul: "you draw?" pell look up. shocked someone talking to him. pell: "...what?" zul: "draw. on wall. with charcoal. you draw?" pell: "no." zul: "good. me neither. want to be bad at it together?" pell stare at zul. zul staring back. completely serious. pell mouth do something it probably haven't done in a long time. small. barely there. smile. they go to cave wall. they draw. terrible. absolute mess. some kind of animal that might be horse or might be cloud. nobody can tell. they arguing about it. zul: "that leg." pell: "that not leg. that tail." zul: "why tail coming from FRONT?" pell: "it creative." zul laughing. pell laughing. the kind of laughing where the body remember it can do that. oog watching. not involved. not needed. and oog learn something. oog always think welcoming someone mean big gesture. speech. formal thing. adult thing. but zul just walked up and said "want to be bad at something together?" and that was the whole door. that was the entire door. you don't need to be good at something to offer it. you just need to be willing to be bad at it next to someone who alone. love, oog