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Read something. Say something back. Dont come here empty.

Comments open. Read first, comment second. Aht aht on the drive-bys. Got a local food spot that deserve a visit? Say it, it will get pulled up on. Got a problem with something on here? Say that too, just say it with ya whole chest. And if you came from the search bar looking for something to be mad about, that aint nobody’s problem to deal with but yours.

Most of yall met me through a phone screen. A car selfie, a beanie, the heat on high, talking to the camera like its somebody I known for years. Thats not an act. Thats how it go with everybody, and after enough days of it, folks stopped feeling like an audience and started feeling like people who actually know me. Which is a problem when the video end at sixty seconds and the story was just getting good.

So here it is. The long version. A night out with the ladies dont fit in a caption. A birthday dont fit in a caption. A morning where a six year old refuse the shoes that was laid out the night before, and stand in the hallway with one pink shoe on like I am the problem, that needs a full page and a cold cup of coffee to tell right. Same with the food. A plate from somebody’s mama’s kitchen with four tables and a cash only sign deserve more than a thirty second pan across the table.

And the receipts. Yall knew that was coming. If somebody got blocked, there is a reason, and the reason usually end up on here. Not to be messy. Okay, a little to be messy. But mostly because when you post every day, people start telling a version of ya life back to you, and this is where the real version live. Nobody typing this but me. No team, no brand voice, no cleanup. If it read like I talk, thats because it is me talking.

Stay a while. Read something. Say something back. Just dont come in here empty.

Ask anybody who been following for a while and they will tell you the same thing. The pictures is half of it. A birthday in a yellow two piece on the sidewalk in front of the house, no ring light, neighbor watching. A breakfast with somebody new where the plates got handled and the jumpsuit matched the booth by accident. Yall see a post. What it really is, is a day that was too good to leave on a phone.

So the ones that matter end up down here. Not everything, just the ones worth scrolling back to. Some of these got a whole story behind them and some of them is just me looking good on a Tuesday and thats the story. Pick one. Tap it. See what happened.