Fear the Deer, my friend
Basketball. In one way or another basketball has always been a part of my life. Don’t get it twisted, I can’t play. I don’t even think I’ve ever been on a court and if we’re being 100, I’m not even sure I’m aware of all the rules. But, I love me some basketball. Growing up my dad had a basketball “hoop” hung up in the living room and we used to play “Horse” and go absolute ham (sorry to the people who lived below us in our humble duplex).
My dad and I used to go to games to see the three sheroes – Cassel, Allen, and Big Dog- when the tickets were cheap AF in the Bradley Center (RIP).
So, it was great to come back to a winning ass team. We jus got the Fiserv.Forum (thanks in part to tax payers dollars) which rightfully should be called the Milwaukee.Forum. Any who, it’s bangin. It is more of a community town hall. I was so happy to see the diversity of Milwaukee coexisting in sweet Bucks harmony.
THIS.
Hoppin round MKE
The latter part of my homecoming (Yea, I’m like Bey) was a whirlwind of emotions, love, and actually good weather! I had my best friend, my ace boon koon, my brother from another mother come in to visit me from NOLA and we tore the town down 30+ style (i.e. in bed by 10:30, up by 8 am). My Riverwest neighborhood really showed out for the homie.
The house I grew up in 
Flex, MKE. Flex 
Community Garden
Do it for the Fam.
The whole reason I made this homecoming trip from half way around the world was for my first nephew’s highschool graduation. I was 12 years old when he was born. He is more like my brother. As mentioned before, as you get older the fam really is the glue. I’m not crying, you’re crying!
Until I see you again Milwaukee, be easy.
Les Go... 