The following is a true story.
It was a rainy day in [city withheld]. I got the text message. We were to meet up and grab drinks at [name withheld].
I walked in the spot and glanced around looking for the legend. He told me to look for a guy in a purple hoody and a Raiders cap. While searching for him I pondered,
“Who is this Walt character?” I had heard so much about him. In my mind I imagined a tall, younger version of Billy Dee Williams. A result of Walt’s avatar being so ingrained in my head all these years. I looked everywhere and could not find a gentleman fitting the description. One of the waiters of the restaurant asked me, “Sir, do you need help?” Just as I was about to respond a tall looming figure appeared from behind me.
"Walt?"
"Yo what up Coffee."
We dapped each other up. I jokingly remarked,
“Yo is this the illest nikka in Nebraska?”
We both chuckled and sat down.
I would describe @
Walt as a towering, dignified gentleman. Standing a solid 6’4” myself, I still had to tilt my head slightly upward to visually acknowledge the god. He had the look of a suave hood professor. (Imagine Al B. Sure meets Cornell West). There was no guy in a purple hoody and Raiders cap. It was a ruse… a testament to Walt’s continual sense of humor.
For the next hour or so I had the pleasure of trading stories with one of the best storytellers in our era over some libations and wings. For all the wisdom and insight he displays on here, meeting the legend in person took it to another stratosphere. He was true to his internet and podcast persona… possessing the rare ability to weave humor, hood shyt, educated nikka shyt, and general life lessons through each story.
Walt has a personality that draws you in. The bartenders were also eager to make conversation. [Speaking of the bartenders, the place we went to get drinks might as well been called “Speakeasy” because they had hairstyles and mustaches straight out of Boardwalk Empire combined with some pseudo hipster thrift store clothing] The topic of R&B came up. One of the bartenders confessed that he could not listen to Maxwell alone because things get too “hot.” Whatever the fukk that means.
I guess Walt brings that out of people.
After a few drinks, it was time for me to roll. I dapped Walt up and went my way.
There are few people in this world who you meet that are TRULY genuine. Walt is one of them. He carries an aura of sincerity. It radiates off his body like the force surrounding Bruce Leroy in climax of The Last Dragon.
On the ride home I reflected on my experience. I don’t know what it was but something came over me and compelled me to pull the car over. Perhaps it was the realization that I had met the hood version of “The Most Interesting Man In The World.” A rush of emotions came over me.
I lowered my head, leaned slightly to my left, and muttered out the only word to describe the experience.
Wow.
-Mr. Hate Coffee (@MrHateCoffee) is a semi-annual staff writer for thecoli.com
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, as Coffeezy laughed and said "he don't really fukk with Drake like that. I thought it was cool though." It didn't help that the bartender looked like a boy-band stunt double and was rocking a throwback Kwame polka dot man-blouse.
how come this 5 star thread is no longer sticky?
post those tour dates up breh
