A funny thing happened this year at ComplexCon Chicago: I was turned into a late-blooming sneakerhead. Don’t get me…
♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ Got to get you honkeys to stop singing my songs/ Got to get you honkeys to stop singing my songs/ Ooo! ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ (sung to the tune of Got To Get You Into My Life)