. I went from submitting prayer requests for Freddie Jackson to getting turned all the way up for Tupac when I made my way to the City. Y’all were up in there acting like your Manic Monday hadn’t already began – the way the folks were pouring it up you would have thought that we were in the throes of a three-day weekend. I really started to feel sorry for some of y’all’s supervisors; because y’all had to have been unproductive and impossible to deal with by the way y’all tore the club up in ‘Pac’s honor. And when they completed Tupac’s catalogue, they headed straight for the trap music vault. Nothing made me happier than being ratchet and mouthing all the lines from “Juice” as it played on the big screens at the same time.