Maybe Soulja Boy was right

And speaking of following up on things...

The other day, after I posted that blog entry by that guy Khalil Amani, your gay friend's favorite straight blogger, or whatever he's calling himself, the guy emailed me.

I'm not gonna post the email here, because that would just be wrong, and also because it's got a bit of a Young Buck quality to it. He doesn't start crying or anything (via email?), but he does come off as fucking insane.

But I did want to clear up something he clarified to me in the email, which is that he isn't actually Kanye West's spiritual advisor. He just knows Kanye West. He's spiritual advisor to (another) teh ghey rapper, Deadlee. I could point to the first email he sent me where he does say he's Kanye West's spiritual advisor, but whatever. (The pic above, of the two of them, comes from his MySpace, where you can read his poem, Black Ass.)

As he says himself in the email, he's 48 years old. So perhaps he was a bit confused. His brain might be growing a thin candy shell.

Then again, after the jump is a video of a guy who claims to be 47 years old, and then starts spitting that hot fire. It's kinda impressive, in the way that it's always impressive when someone that age can even speak in complete sentences (if you've never worked in the service industry, spare me the feigned outrage); but at the same time, I'm not sure how I'd feel if my father, who's only a couple of years older, started kicking freestyles. I'd probably be a little bit embarassed. No Soulja Boy.