FOLKS, it's true. My flawless hairline and I went on television and did the damn thing yesterday on the Eleven Warriors Report.
Haters and losers, take note:
I will never apologize for my flowing mane. I will never apologize for wearing khakis. And I sure as hell will never apologize for my lack of a sportcoat. Wearing one would get me shot in the City of Kings—and rightfully so.
Y'all are lucky I didn't shoot the segment wearing boxer briefs and a bullet proof vest while double-fisting two illegal cans of FourLoko, which is my customary working attire.