I have to admit that there are occasionally some days that I regret moving to Texas. Maybe (Hopefully) that's normal having only been in a new place for less than a year. However, then there will be moments like today that makes it all worth it. If I weren't down here, I wouldn't have been able to spend my son's 18th birthday with him. That was pretty significant.
It felt good to impart some very important fatherly wisdom with him on this special day. Like what, you ask? Well the importance of old school hip-hop of course! We started off listening to some SiriusXM but I wasn't totally feeling what they had going on the Backspin station. Thankfully, I had an old school mix-cd that I made myself. Elijah got the honor of hearing some vintage X-Clan, Third Bass, A Tribe Called Quest, BDP and even LL Cool J. Every one coming with a brief backstory. Including the diss battle between LL Cool J and Kool Moe Dee. If you have to ask who Kool Moe Dee is, you may need to brush up on some old school hip-hop yourself.
What does an 18-year-old want to do for their birthday? I remember when I hit that number all I could think about was that I could finally vote. Probably because it was an election year. And that's the year that Jesse Jackson was running. So I would FINALLY be able to make a difference by casting my vote. Times certainly have changed since then though. Maybe if this was an election year it would have made a bigger difference, but voting was not the first thing on Elijah's mind. Getting a tat was.
Now I have mentioned long ago that I used to have a problem with tats. I think I even did a post on it. I have probably unpublished it since then because I didn't want to offend any of my tatted friends. Also because I've come to realize that they're not all that bad. Not if they're done right. Don't get me wrong, I still would never get one, but that's just how I am. They're not for everybody. But when Elijah explained to me his rationale, what he was planning on getting and his long-term plan regarding it, I was at peace with the decision. Not enough that I was going to venture to Dallas on a weeknight to get it for him, but I understood.