I don’t want to die. But, you know, nothing is for certain. And I’m tired of keeping quiet. So for whatever it’s worth … here goes.
Four years before I was on that plane with Hakeem telling me we’re going shopping for cashmere suits together, I was on the corner, selling drugs outside the Chinese joint.
Then I got a call from Miami, and I walked into the O.G. Pat Riley’s office, which is damn near the best thing that’s happened in my NBA career.