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As much as I’d like to discuss with you all the ongoing goings-on of the Southside Jamaica, Queens, New York, drug families that we’ve come to know and love, the truth is, all I can really focus on is the “bull in the china shop” that is Ronnie Mathis, Unique’s younger brother.
Out of respect for everybody else, let me try to knock those things out quickly. Let’s see, Jukebox is in an NYC-area girl group that’s the equivalent of TLC and one of the girls doesn’t have rhythm for dancing but does have rhythm for Jukebox. Do you see what I did there? I’m sure you do. Lou-Lou is well on his way to becoming a player in the New York City hip-hop scene by partnering with Club Vous to promote the dive bar and turn it into a space for hip-hop open mics.
Oh, Famous ripped that performance at the open mic. Had me asking my kids “Where ya at?” over and over again this past New Year’s Eve. Marvin continues to impress me with his growth. He’s an anger-management accountability partner with a music writer for the Village Voice, and they’re out getting breakfast and talking about life, which was cool to see. Two men from different walks of life find common ground through their shared living experiences — it’s a buddy heist movie in the making. It’s also endearing enough to make you forget that just a few episodes back, Marvin killed a man at a christening — at a church. I suppose Marvin contains multitudes. I’m also pretty sure that’s not how “multitudes” works.
Speaking of multitudes (or not at all), Kanan’s enterprise has hit another snag as Famous got knocked (NYC slang for getting picked up by the cops), which has continued to expose a rift between Kanan and Famous since Kanan thinks Famous is an eternal screwup. I wonder how far Famous is going to make it in life? Not…
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