Nuh!
I heard that Ol’ Dirty Bastard had died and I had a yearning for some steak. I was chewing on this steak at this steakhouse thinking how great this steak tastes. I had gone through some bread and water, a funky smelling salad, a bowl of soup, some buffalo wings. And finally the steak was here. It came with a side of pasta. But I was focusing on the steak.
I spent most of the weekend not knowing. Ol’ Rusty had dropped the following day. I hadn’t been on-line since Friday. And I was chewing on this steak. My friend sitting across from me was eating a shrimp. Mouth full, he decided to inform me on the situation.
You heard what happened. I mumbled crap. You know that ODB is dead. I was shocked for a minute. Then, suddenly, I wasn’t anymore. I think I was faking it. I don’t think it was much of a shock to me. Dude dropped dead all of a sudden.
The conversation went on for at least five minutes. Then we went back to how the Bears were a bunch of lucky mfers. Who could have believed after Grossman dropped that the Bears would be close to .500 afterwards?
I went home that night, went on-line, downloaded a bunch of stuff, checked my mail, and searched for information on my man, ODB. Sure enough the boy simply dropped dead in a recording studio. And all I could think about was all his hard living. Hard living kills brothers young.
I had a uncle. He died in the hospital. They said his veins had gotten hard, most likely from all the hard drinking he did his whole life. They couldn’t even keep the needles in him. They just kept coming back out. He eventually had a massive heart attack. Dude died with less liquid in his body than the Sahara.
I’ve seen too many people die from hard living. It just isn’t a suprise to me anymore when one of them dies. Any of my relatives could die tomorrow, some of my friends, and I doubt if I’d be shocked one bit. Although I might. No matter how many times it happens the body seems to find a new way to fake it.
I wonder if ODB’s death was reported elsewhere. I didn’t see it in the news. I didn’t read about it in the newspapers. I had to go on-line to get the real scoop. When he was runnning around, high on the crack, they talked about his ass like a dog. And yet, I haven’t even heard a shout-out or nothing. Did that Stephanopoulos guy do a In Memoriam feature? Did they do a tribute on the American Music Awards. I think that shit ain’t live. I could be wrong. Where’s the love?
Peace out, Nuh.
All the dudes still forced on this planetary prison rock called Earth who knew you, or knew of you, wish you happiness in the afterlife. If nobody else has love for you. we do.
The 35-year-old ODB, one of the founding members of the rap group Wu-Tang Clan, became ill and suffered breathing difficulties at about 4:40 p.m. inside 36 Records on West 34th Street.One of his four friends in the studio called 911. Rescue workers arrived five minutes later, but were unable to revive the hip-hop star.
ODB, whose real name is Russell Jones, was declared dead a short time later.
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