They also didn’t pat me down. My ID was not checked, either. Bad, bad, bad news. I saw two or three fights start, but they were all broken up…by friends of the combatants. Security was nowhere to be found. What’s really good? It ain’t that club, lemme tell ya.

…you can go home again, but that don’t mean you’ll know anyone when you get there.

Chris Paul, you are now a sucker. Violating the G-Code by hitting Hodge in his man-parts proves you ain’t got no G in ya.
G-Code Committee…what you got to say? Was this already in the Code? If not, can there be clear parameters written about when it is permissible for a grown man to hit another grown man in his boys?

So to celebrate, it was time to hit Franklin Street, which is the main drag near UNC’s campus. While there, it became clear how black folks are different from white folks. Yes, this sounds like the beginning of a bad comedy routine, but we’ve got a big difference here…