I am officially 2 weeks away from moving back home and I’m dealing with some mixed emotions. Don’t get me wrong, I can’t wait to leave and I love my hometown, but at the same time, I hate to leave my network down here and I’m gonna miss having those people nearby. I shouldn’t have to say any names, y’all know who I’m talking about. Y’all made these last few years more than just bareable, it was actually kinda fun. And a few of you can expect to see me sometime in the not so near future, whether it be me coming to visit or vice versa. But the thing that’s really killing me is that I’m so gung ho about leaving but I haven’t packed a box yet! That just sounds silly to me. The movers will be here to pick all this junk up on June 6 and you wouldn’t know it by looking at my house. It looks like I plan on being here for a long %#&@$! time! But we’re gonna change that this week! The man from the moving company is supposed to drop off some boxes sometime this week and as soon as they get hear, I’ll be packing like my life depends on it.

Now I said I wasn’t gonna say any names but that just wouldn’t lie me so let me go ahead and break down my list of people in the state of GA that will be missed by me:

First and foremost, there’s my big bruh G. You made me look like a real life sex symbol for a day. I can never fully appreciate my gratitude for that. We’ll have to get together and do it again someday. Hopefully, one day soon. I’ll holla!

Second, to my surrogant little brothers. I love y’all to death. If you ever need anything, you know who to call. Make sure y’all look out for one another, we’re all we got in this world. And make sure y’all continue to do the right thing and avoid trouble (Y’all know who this is meant for) or I’m coming back and kicking that %#&@$!! See y’all next summer.

Next, to my “family” at Harold Pener’s Man of Fashion in South Dekalb and Greenbriar Malls. Y’all kept me from losing my mind over the last few years, and you kept me looking sharp. Thanks for always giving me my discount, too.

And to all the lovely ladies of ATL that put up with my childish, arrogant, tempermental, moody, vain %#&@$!. Y’all should be canonized for that act alone. I’m sorry I was so much of a handful but thanks for taking it all with a smile, sometimes. Good luck in everything you do in life.

To all the bartenders who hooked me up with a stiff %#&@$! drink, GOOD LOOKING OUT! I hope the tips I left expressed my gratitude but if not, THANKS A BUNCH! Y’all made going out fun again. I can never thank you enough for that. Maybe, I’ll open a club down here and give y’all jobs if you’re interested. We’ll see, you never know what could happen.

To all the police officers out there that pulled me over for a variety of “reasons,” I only have 1 thing to say to y’all: %#&@$! ALL YOU %#&@$!ES! Let’s be real, now. How many high school students do you know will ditch while wearing a $300 suit, some $400 shoes, drive a $25,000 SUV and be at Lenox or Phipps around 10 in the morning? Is the list really that damn long? I guess I should thank you for the compliment (thanks for the compliment by the way), but damn, sometimes y’all took it to the extreme! That’s called racial profiling and it’s a bunch of BULL%#&@$!! But it’s all good because you reap what you sow. Just make sure y’all remember that.

To those 2 dickheads who tried to carjack me within a month of me moving here, you barely escaped with your life, make good use of it! Find something better to do than be a criminal! You might not be so lucky the next time.

Finally, to everyone who feels like they have been left out. I’m sorry I didn’t go into great detail for each and every person, but rest assured that you have a place in my heart. Take care and God bless.