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Life in a Shanty Town

February 21 · Issue #174 · View online
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Internets,
Are the gangbangers in the Hollywood Hills area not aware that this is Black History Month?
You hate to hear news like this at a time when we should be learning about the seldom acknowledged inventors of things like the traffic light, the cotton gin, the Super Soaker and the View Master, not to mention peanut butter.
Earlier this week, four men in hoodies ran up in Pop Smoke’s house in the Hollywood Hills and, ironically, popped a cap in his ass.
A Boogie wit da Hoodie is not considered a suspect at this time, as far as I know, though he might want to chill with the hoodie for the time being, just in case.
According to the legendary Tom Breihan, A Boogie’s music sucks balls. I’m not sure if that means it’s especially bad or it’s brilliant. I’d conduct my own investigation, but I possess neither the time nor the interest.
I’m not at all familiar with Pop Smoke’s music either, but I’m willing to take Pitchfork at their word when they say that he was the key figure in Brooklyn rap music, ahead of Big Daddy Kane.
Two Pop Smoke songs, they said, “Welcome to the Party” and “Dior,” rank amongst the greatest New York rap songs of all time.
Initially, there was speculation that this was a robbery, due to the fact that Pop Smoke inadvertently posted the address of the house he was staying in, along with pics of gifts he received and a shedload of money.
In one of the pics, Pop Smoke’s weed carrier, Carry Smoke, held a stack of bills—presumably not just ones—up to the side of his face as if it were a mid-‘80s cell phone, from before he was even born.
According to TMZ, the assailants can be seen on surveillance video exiting the house without anything in their hands, suggesting that this was a targeted hit, not a robbery.
It would be difficult to hastily exit a house with that many bills stuffed inside the pockets of the kind of pants kids these days wear, so it’s quite possible that they didn’t steal that money.
One of the many benefits of wearing baggy pants, along with denying perverts an opportunity to look at your bulge, is being able to steal things, like steaks in a grocery store, crab legs, or in this case, a dead rapper’s money phone.
If they really didn’t steal that money, or anything else for that matter, this was kind of a come up for Carry Smoke, albeit not the kind he would have preferred. He’s out of a job, but he received a more generous severance package than I received from Warehouse #1.
Not to mention those gift bags. Carry Smoke looks like he wears the same size clothes as Pop Smoke. If Pop Smoke’s family doesn’t mind—if they don’t insist on trying to sell his clothes to Plato’s Closet—Carry Smoke can probably have them.
He might still be wearing them in his 30s. I’ve still got clothes that I used to wear in college, and I’m kicking down 40’s door. (If that’s not an argument against going to college, I don’t know what is.)
There is no retirement plan for weed carriers, and now that Andrew Yang has dropped out of the race and taken a job with CNN, I guess there won’t be one.
The record label is at least fortunate in that they own the rights to the two best rap songs of all time, which they can exploit in perpetuity.
Take it easy on yourself,
Bol

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