Sometimes it’s quite serious.
I click on Yahoo!’s homepage to check out my personal e-mail. I see “Kanye West’s Mother Dies”. I say, “You gotta be fuckin’ kiddin’ me.” I click around.
I think to myself, “That sucks. Kanye’s gotta be a fuckin’ wreck right now.”
I think to myself, “I know people are gonna talk slick about this.”
I think to myself, “I was gonna use ‘Hey Mama’ (from Kanye’s Late Registration) as the song I dance with my mom to at my wedding.”
I think to myself, “Kanye was probably gonna use it too, but now he can’t.”
I get sad.
I think to myself, “Bol’s gonna mock this sad event in a post…and I won’t ever get the opportunity to beat him with a fucking sledgehammer for it.”
Rest in peace, Donda. Your son’s music has helped shine light on some truly dark, dark times in my life–and that’s one of the many, many reasons your passing is a sad one.