Dear Mr. Wilson,
Good afternoon sir. My name is William X. Sunday and I have been under your employ for the previous six months. I generate a periodic weblog at the XXL Magazine website. Since we haven’t been formally introduced I thought I should take a minute to describe my duties for the Harris Publications Corp…
MAAAAAAN! Fuck all this formal bullshit. Yo, E Dubbz, whats good with putting me on the guest list for the XXL 10th Anniversary soiree? I know there is gonna be an open bar and I know there are gonna be hell’a celebs and shit. Stop frontin’ man. Don’t tell me that this (white) Rapper Show shit got you all Hollywood now? Yo, but for real, I promise not to get out of pocket. I’m not even drinking like that anymore, unless y’all have top shelf at the open bar, but even still I will be chill city. It will be my chance to meet Eskay and Bol and foxy ass Tara, plus I know Young Lip Gloss and the coward will be in the building. I promise not to get all Stanley Crouch on anyone. Stanley Crouch is NOT Hip-Hop.
XXL Magazine however is Hip-Hop. I remember when I first walked through the offices on Broadway and I saw all the people busy in their cubes or scurrying across the floor. There was so much energy and intensity in the offices and a ton of promo shit. I would have done anything then to write for XXL magazine. I would even have worked or free. That was a long time ago and XXL magazine has come a long way as well. Do you remember when t-shirts that came in XXL were actually oversized?
So what do you say boss man? I want the chance to party like a rockstar on the Harris dime. Alright, alright, if I can’t come to the party can I get the hook up on some tickets to the Rock The Bells show? C’mon bro, hook a blogger up when you see him on the streets.