“Mike is Like”

I’m not a book snob. I’m a story snob. And I really don’t jive and vibe with most of what I see or read.

Yes, titles are important — clickbait is corny, however. Most people in the space that has allowed them to find an audience, are pretty much the same. I don’t want to call them cookie-cutter, because, first of all, cookies are amazing — these stories in saturation are not. And second, even cookie-cutters come in different shapes or colors or themes. And it’s time to move the craft forward and away from the safety net that is formulaic in everything from the approach to the applause, and the marketing and group-thinks in between.

This isn’t a rant — I’m a story snob.

Mine are for the pretty, witty, girly, worldly. The ones who like to party, but come home early (that’s Jay-Z, so don’t think I’m stealing. Or, am I supposed to be stealing because it’s believed that the good artists borrow and the greats steal? Confident much?)

Mine are for the fellas who listen to R&B after 10pm on weeknights, and all day Sunday. They talk fly, know how to move around, and prefer the company of women, over VIP tables, roped off, with a bunch of niggas passing around one bottle after they passed around one blunt outside. Not that I’m being bourgeois about that; we all start from someplace more humble and grass-roots; just know your place.