Foe = my friends/n*ggas; 'nem = diminutive of "and them".

Just be thankful "On foe nem" never caught on outside the Chi.

Nah. NCCU.

I remember him! He was really starting to pop around the time I left Illinois.

Word? Who was that?

Chief Keef is still around. Well, he's still alive and free anyway, which is more than you can say for a depressingly large number of rappers that were part of the whole Drill scene.

It doesn't involve anything. It's just a weird Chicago term that metastasized to the rest of the world when Drill rap got popular a few years ago.

Hey now, no Bull City shade. I spent some of my best scumbag years there.

When I get back to writing my short stories, I'm definitely going to base a character off her.

Durham. The real Durham - Hayti, Fayetteville street, Braggtown and all points adjacent.

They were the joint- apparently- back around '08-'09. At least in the little corner of NC where I was. It was a good way to spot the "sophisticated" girls on campus.

I can't really listen to this song. The hook makes me think of a girl I knew from school; she was a legacy AKA with a closet full of genuine Coach bags who also happened to trap out the dorms and "managed" strippers.

Farewell Regular Show. You will be missed.

I get the feeling that the dems aren't "fighting fire with fire" because most of them on the national stage adhere to the old "East Coast intellectual" stereotype. Getting too aggressive would be beneath them.

I - no joke - laugh in their faces. I can't even pretend to take that point of view seriously anymore. I know mockery isn't the way to change minds, but that's all I can muster at the moment.

The "war on whites".

Are pro sports even that big of a deal in San Diego?

Well then that's probably the problem. If Michael Che is anything like me, then he only eats Very Berry Kix.

The first episode would have to be about how they first met at an Earthfare.

The grand summation was, "they're all the same color on the inside."