Kangski sez...
S. Olatunji (a set of people I actually knew)
I chose dude for a couple reasons. One, I obviously know him – and there’s a sort-of story in there. Two, check out that cardigan/sweater!?! Cream with some weird geometric pattern? As Marv Albert would say, “YES!”
Also, his name is sick. I could say “Olatunji” all day (pronounced “Oh-la-Ton-jee”). He went to the same grade skool and junior high as me and my peeps.  He wuz a grade younger so we didn’t rilly know him but he seemed like a cool cat – smart, mad athletic, whateves.
But once he went to hi skool, let’s just say things done changed… (BTW, this is total hearsay – but still prob’ly true).  He basically told all his junior high chums that he’d  have to hang with his black friends now. And so it wuz that he took up residence with the other domino-banging, teeth-kissing brothers and sisters at the black table (or “Cafrica”, as my sister’s generation called it).
     As an aside, the “black table” thing isn’t me being a terrible person. Really. That’s just what we called it – cuz that’s what it wuz. Just like the ESL area wuz full of fobs, and the jock table was loaded with hockey players and volleyball chicks. Mad cliques had certain tables and zones. And gen. pop. filled in the blanks.
I suppose it’s worth mentioning that there were few (if any) other black kids in our grade skool/junior high (the same skool, actually). How’d that shit make you feel? I didn’t rilly know him, so whatever, I guess – but imagine if dude wuz your best friend? It’d be like gettin friend-dumped because you didn’t wear the right shoes or something – only you could never buy the right ones. By not-knowing him too well, I guess I dodged a real bullet there!

S. Olatunji (a set of people I actually knew)

I chose dude for a couple reasons. One, I obviously know him – and there’s a sort-of story in there. Two, check out that cardigan/sweater!?! Cream with some weird geometric pattern? As Marv Albert would say, “YES!”

Also, his name is sick. I could say “Olatunji” all day (pronounced “Oh-la-Ton-jee”). He went to the same grade skool and junior high as me and my peeps.  He wuz a grade younger so we didn’t rilly know him but he seemed like a cool cat – smart, mad athletic, whateves.

But once he went to hi skool, let’s just say things done changed… (BTW, this is total hearsay – but still prob’ly true).  He basically told all his junior high chums that he’d  have to hang with his black friends now. And so it wuz that he took up residence with the other domino-banging, teeth-kissing brothers and sisters at the black table (or “Cafrica”, as my sister’s generation called it).

     As an aside, the “black table” thing isn’t me being a terrible person. Really. That’s just what we called it – cuz that’s what it wuz. Just like the ESL area wuz full of fobs, and the jock table was loaded with hockey players and volleyball chicks. Mad cliques had certain tables and zones. And gen. pop. filled in the blanks.

I suppose it’s worth mentioning that there were few (if any) other black kids in our grade skool/junior high (the same skool, actually). How’d that shit make you feel? I didn’t rilly know him, so whatever, I guess – but imagine if dude wuz your best friend? It’d be like gettin friend-dumped because you didn’t wear the right shoes or something – only you could never buy the right ones. By not-knowing him too well, I guess I dodged a real bullet there!

J. Nasu
Sometimes, I unwittingly fuck up – but in a good way. Consider ol’ J. Nasu one of those times. She wuz a stalwart rocker/metaller chick – and likely one of the only Asian ones, so she gets respect for that. Of course, at the time I thought metallers were insanely wack (though my opinion has mos def mellowed over the years. Don’t get it twisted – I don’t like metal. But them peeps is cool…).
What I mean is I’ve drawn her to appear purdy attractive – which I, uh, didn’t rilly think she wuz. But that’s cool. Now she looks like a fly Asian chick with oddly feathered hair. So consider this a 1/2 dis, 1/2 compliment. Don’t ask me what that equals…

J. Nasu

Sometimes, I unwittingly fuck up – but in a good way. Consider ol’ J. Nasu one of those times. She wuz a stalwart rocker/metaller chick – and likely one of the only Asian ones, so she gets respect for that. Of course, at the time I thought metallers were insanely wack (though my opinion has mos def mellowed over the years. Don’t get it twisted – I don’t like metal. But them peeps is cool…).

What I mean is I’ve drawn her to appear purdy attractive – which I, uh, didn’t rilly think she wuz. But that’s cool. Now she looks like a fly Asian chick with oddly feathered hair. So consider this a 1/2 dis, 1/2 compliment. Don’t ask me what that equals…

Colin W. (2 of 3 wiggers in a row)
Here we have both a rarity and an exemplar of then-contemporary stylings. First, the rarity – a ginger wigger. At least I think he’s a redhead. Hard to tell from B&W pics, but sometimes a man’s got to extrapolate…
As for his gear, where to begin… First, there’s that amazing rayon shirt. It looks like it was based on the poster for Scarface. Either that, or modeled after the Inbetweener (Marvel nerds, rejoice). Then there’s his multi-colored, multi-fabric’ed jacket – another common (and turrible) relic of the time. Brands such as Major Damage and Cross Colours – as well as their knock-off cousins like Exco – specialized in making these over-sized jackets of at least five differing materials and shades. Corduroy wuz a popular choice, along with dark browns that you could easily find matching Ewings for.
I’d argue that after Mike, the man with the most bi-pedal presence in hi skool wuz none other than the Hoya Destroya, Patrick Ewing. Yes, he wuz more than a Gold Club VIP and former Seattle Supersonic – in his heyday entire legions of b-boys of all colors rocked his kicks, often color-coordinated with similarly garish Starter snapbacks and Exhaust jeans. I think he, well, his kicks got over so well wuz because of the near-infinite colorways.
You want them in suede Mustard Yellow? Done. Two-day-old Shit Brown? What size? Even the immortal Ice Cube immortalizing them by referencing in the Average-White-Band sampled classic, Steady Mobbin’ (“I bust a nut, get up/ And put on my white Ewings…”). But white, Cube? I guess he wanted to keep shit neutral back in the Crips/Bloods color-signifying era…

Colin W. (2 of 3 wiggers in a row)

Here we have both a rarity and an exemplar of then-contemporary stylings. First, the rarity – a ginger wigger. At least I think he’s a redhead. Hard to tell from B&W pics, but sometimes a man’s got to extrapolate…

As for his gear, where to begin… First, there’s that amazing rayon shirt. It looks like it was based on the poster for Scarface. Either that, or modeled after the Inbetweener (Marvel nerds, rejoice). Then there’s his multi-colored, multi-fabric’ed jacket – another common (and turrible) relic of the time. Brands such as Major Damage and Cross Colours – as well as their knock-off cousins like Exco – specialized in making these over-sized jackets of at least five differing materials and shades. Corduroy wuz a popular choice, along with dark browns that you could easily find matching Ewings for.

I’d argue that after Mike, the man with the most bi-pedal presence in hi skool wuz none other than the Hoya Destroya, Patrick Ewing. Yes, he wuz more than a Gold Club VIP and former Seattle Supersonic – in his heyday entire legions of b-boys of all colors rocked his kicks, often color-coordinated with similarly garish Starter snapbacks and Exhaust jeans. I think he, well, his kicks got over so well wuz because of the near-infinite colorways.

You want them in suede Mustard Yellow? Done. Two-day-old Shit Brown? What size? Even the immortal Ice Cube immortalizing them by referencing in the Average-White-Band sampled classic, Steady Mobbin’ (“I bust a nut, get up/ And put on my white Ewings…”). But white, Cube? I guess he wanted to keep shit neutral back in the Crips/Bloods color-signifying era…

Jaemie W.
From the pages of The Source to Rap Pages to my yearbook, this pose is B-Boy 101 – an essential and an all-time classic. In fact, I dunno this kid at all (I can call him kid cuz he wuz in grade 9 whilst I wuz in grade 11 at the time) – but as soon as I saw dude’s finger cradling his face, I knew it wuz on. Props to him for immortalizing the gesture…
In fact, I’m sure even a casual perusal of all the sports team photos will reveal at least one dude in this b-boy stance, if you will. I wonder, though – does this shit even have a name? The Chin Pointer? The Lip Cradler? The Glock Clockener? The Trigger-nometry? The Face Pointer? The Indexter? I’ll bet if I went through all my photos from hi skool til now, this pose would likely crop up in a good 33% of all of them. Dude’s thumb is hella bent back, BTW…

Jaemie W.

From the pages of The Source to Rap Pages to my yearbook, this pose is B-Boy 101 – an essential and an all-time classic. In fact, I dunno this kid at all (I can call him kid cuz he wuz in grade 9 whilst I wuz in grade 11 at the time) – but as soon as I saw dude’s finger cradling his face, I knew it wuz on. Props to him for immortalizing the gesture…

In fact, I’m sure even a casual perusal of all the sports team photos will reveal at least one dude in this b-boy stance, if you will. I wonder, though – does this shit even have a name? The Chin Pointer? The Lip Cradler? The Glock Clockener? The Trigger-nometry? The Face Pointer? The Indexter? I’ll bet if I went through all my photos from hi skool til now, this pose would likely crop up in a good 33% of all of them. Dude’s thumb is hella bent back, BTW…

Sunlight – WIO-K

Scarboro, whut!? The RT, that illy graffiti (which may or may not be there – I haven’t taken the RT in a minnit)…

Row of Kims
I’ve been ill the last li’l bit, so this Row of Kims is kinda my mea culpa/penance. It also clarified some incorrect notions I’d had – the first being that there weren’t that many Korean peeps at my hi skool. Judging by this grade 12 entire row (there’s seven pictures per row in my yearbook, but given my tumblonic dimensions, I thought 4/3 wuz the way to go here), I wuz sadly mistaken.
Know whut’s even crazier? There’s ANOTHER seven Kims right after this row, but they’re broken up by an inset picture – with only a certain A. King disturbing a 4/4 Kim monopoly. 
These Kims comprise a pretty good gamut of Korean sorts, from semi-nerdly to handsome to semi-fobly to my second incorrect notion corrected….
Which is? Hot Korean chicks. I mean, lookit C. Kim! Again, my cruddy drawing may not be conveying her beauty adequately, but trust me, she got it goin’ on. Though again, I’m full o’ shit. There wuz at least two other hot Korean chicks in my hi skool – and one of them wuz one of those (weird) only-dates-Koreans types…
 So is this self-loathing, self-mockery or self-discovery? More like a self-cop-out of drawing four actual portraits instead of seven mini-joints. But there’s, like, only slightly less effort banging out seven versus the individual four. Trust me…

Row of Kims

I’ve been ill the last li’l bit, so this Row of Kims is kinda my mea culpa/penance. It also clarified some incorrect notions I’d had – the first being that there weren’t that many Korean peeps at my hi skool. Judging by this grade 12 entire row (there’s seven pictures per row in my yearbook, but given my tumblonic dimensions, I thought 4/3 wuz the way to go here), I wuz sadly mistaken.

Know whut’s even crazier? There’s ANOTHER seven Kims right after this row, but they’re broken up by an inset picture – with only a certain A. King disturbing a 4/4 Kim monopoly.

These Kims comprise a pretty good gamut of Korean sorts, from semi-nerdly to handsome to semi-fobly to my second incorrect notion corrected….

Which is? Hot Korean chicks. I mean, lookit C. Kim! Again, my cruddy drawing may not be conveying her beauty adequately, but trust me, she got it goin’ on. Though again, I’m full o’ shit. There wuz at least two other hot Korean chicks in my hi skool – and one of them wuz one of those (weird) only-dates-Koreans types…

 So is this self-loathing, self-mockery or self-discovery? More like a self-cop-out of drawing four actual portraits instead of seven mini-joints. But there’s, like, only slightly less effort banging out seven versus the individual four. Trust me…

Yohance D.
I referred to this dude earlier (see Kristen B.) in terms of prodigious cameos/box cuts/flat tops – and as you can plainly see, I ain’t no liar.
You can’t rilly tell from my drawing, however, that he’s got this kinda defiant look/stance to him. Even if you were an alien from the planet Zonkulus, if you came across his picture in my yearbook you’d just know he wuz some sorta cool. I mean, his frickin’ name is Yohance! Whut kinda name is that shit, anyway? Dutch? Black American? Who knows – and frankly, who cares? It just sounds right. Add the fact that his last name rhymes with the actor who played TV’s “Hunter”, and you end up with str8t murder.
Speaking of forgotten ’80s TV tough guys, someone recently gave me the oddest (and coolest) compliment ever. Running into these kinda nerdy-then-still-nerdy-now, but-hella-successful cousins of a childhood friend, one of them told me I looked like “Hawk”. And I wuz like, “Hawk as in the cohort of TV’s Spencer for Hire? As played by Avery Brooks, to Robert Urich’s Spencer?” And they wuz like, yup. 
Then they proceeded to discuss how Avery Brooks also starred in Deep Space Nine, in their estimation the best Star Trek series. When I ax’ed why, they said it dealt with the realities and moral ambiguities of the utopian ideal presented in all the other series. Which is actually a purdy good argument, except for the that ugly shape-shifting dude, Odo. They only had the budget to transform his ass like once an episode, thereby kinda killing my suspension of disbelief. But I digress…

Yohance D.

I referred to this dude earlier (see Kristen B.) in terms of prodigious cameos/box cuts/flat tops – and as you can plainly see, I ain’t no liar.

You can’t rilly tell from my drawing, however, that he’s got this kinda defiant look/stance to him. Even if you were an alien from the planet Zonkulus, if you came across his picture in my yearbook you’d just know he wuz some sorta cool. I mean, his frickin’ name is Yohance! Whut kinda name is that shit, anyway? Dutch? Black American? Who knows – and frankly, who cares? It just sounds right. Add the fact that his last name rhymes with the actor who played TV’s “Hunter”, and you end up with str8t murder.

Speaking of forgotten ’80s TV tough guys, someone recently gave me the oddest (and coolest) compliment ever. Running into these kinda nerdy-then-still-nerdy-now, but-hella-successful cousins of a childhood friend, one of them told me I looked like “Hawk”. And I wuz like, “Hawk as in the cohort of TV’s Spencer for Hire? As played by Avery Brooks, to Robert Urich’s Spencer?” And they wuz like, yup.

Then they proceeded to discuss how Avery Brooks also starred in Deep Space Nine, in their estimation the best Star Trek series. When I ax’ed why, they said it dealt with the realities and moral ambiguities of the utopian ideal presented in all the other series. Which is actually a purdy good argument, except for the that ugly shape-shifting dude, Odo. They only had the budget to transform his ass like once an episode, thereby kinda killing my suspension of disbelief. But I digress…

Albert L.
Two things. First, I thought I should do some Asian dudes who aren’t fobs or anything for a change. Gotta rep my peeps in a not-totally-disrespectful-way, for once.
Second, my coloring kinda sucks, so I thought I’d roll with this kinda greyscale steezo, for a change. We’ll see how long it lasts.
Dude wuz a Korean cat who hung with the Dirtys – the group who smoked ciggys and pot and all that back in hi skool. Never rilly knew him. All I knows is he put an ax into his foot (accidentally) under the influence of ‘shrooms one time. Talk about your major buzz-kills… Awesomely exemplary Asian-dude haircut for the time, too. Many a container of Dep (or other gel) went into making that thang, yo. Respect the architect…

Albert L.

Two things. First, I thought I should do some Asian dudes who aren’t fobs or anything for a change. Gotta rep my peeps in a not-totally-disrespectful-way, for once.

Second, my coloring kinda sucks, so I thought I’d roll with this kinda greyscale steezo, for a change. We’ll see how long it lasts.

Dude wuz a Korean cat who hung with the Dirtys – the group who smoked ciggys and pot and all that back in hi skool. Never rilly knew him. All I knows is he put an ax into his foot (accidentally) under the influence of ‘shrooms one time. Talk about your major buzz-kills… Awesomely exemplary Asian-dude haircut for the time, too. Many a container of Dep (or other gel) went into making that thang, yo. Respect the architect…

Glenneice W.
I had a crush on this chick, I ain’t afraid to say. Wuz it the insouciant haircut? Likely. This drawing doesn’t rilly do her justice (which makes me think there’s a V2 brewing, but we’ll see) – but trust me, she had it going on. As you may also be able to tell, white chicks wuz my thang – and I ain’t mean the Wayan bros. movie (which, so far as I know, wuzn’t anybody’s thang). But bless ‘em for trying, I guess…

Glenneice W.

I had a crush on this chick, I ain’t afraid to say. Wuz it the insouciant haircut? Likely. This drawing doesn’t rilly do her justice (which makes me think there’s a V2 brewing, but we’ll see) – but trust me, she had it going on. As you may also be able to tell, white chicks wuz my thang – and I ain’t mean the Wayan bros. movie (which, so far as I know, wuzn’t anybody’s thang). But bless ‘em for trying, I guess…

Rob W.
This is the proto haircut for the Ctrl-Alt-Del guy – but it prob’ly helps if you’re a brooding, handsome white guy like Rob here. I’m gonna stop right here before I get any more gay…

Rob W.

This is the proto haircut for the Ctrl-Alt-Del guy – but it prob’ly helps if you’re a brooding, handsome white guy like Rob here. I’m gonna stop right here before I get any more gay…