My boy Tariq stopped by the crib the other day to check in on me and shoot the breeze. He hadn’t been by since my house warming over a year ago, so of course the place looked different from how he remembered, but I was still taken aback when Tariq said, “Damn, son, you keep your crib mad clean.” I guess people tend to view things differently, because I actually felt like I needed to straighten up but Tariq wasn’t the only one to make a similar assessment of my humble abode.