This magazine is still in my old room at my mama house.
I got sent home from school the day Pac died. I don’t even remember what mischief or trouble I caused, but it must have been something worst than the usual stuff that got me written up or sent to the in-house trailer. Like, they really just said “go, leave, go home.” I don’t even think they bothered calling my parents, they just wanted me up out of there.
I also said, fuck work that day and called in to Cub Foods with a fake ass cough. Wound up falling asleep on the couch…and woke up to see Ed Gordon on BET saying Pac died. Must have been serious, because BET NEVER did Breaking News briefs for anything. Only other times I remember them doing that was for OJ and Mandela getting out of prison.
Because I was half-sleep, I swore it was a dream, didn’t really think about it. But then all my homeboys started calling me saying “Pac died shawty!”
Later that night, my homeboy Shomari got off work at Picadilly and came and scooped me and my friend Branden up. He said he just bought the last ever 2Pac song ever made…it was “Made Niggas” on the Supercop soundtrack.
We might rode around bumping that shit, smoking Black n’ Milds for at least 2 hours. Probably touched every corner of Decatur, Lithonia and Stone Mountain that night. We really thought that was the last we was going to hear from Pac and that dude was just going to disappear forever.
Boy, were we wrong.