In the very last Real Men Smoke on Airplanes, Dixon Coltrane gives advice to one of the icons of early 2000′s hip-pop. Edited by Jon Hozier-Byrne
Dear Dixon,
I’m hoping you can help a dame out. As the college year comes to an end and I’m expected to hop skip it into the real world for good, I’ve been feeling mighty blue. The smarts I picked up in the Physics department sure as hell haven’t prepared me for life, let alone a career. I need to make some bread quick smart, and right now the best I can hope for is to find me a daddy and shake my cans for a fistful of fives. What’s a poorly educated oddball to do?
Yours,
That girl from Wyclef Jean’s ‘Perfect Gentlemen’
Listen here That Girl from Wyclef Jean’s ‘Perfect Gentleman’,
Saying that big goodbye is never easy. Whether it’s goodbye to the detective life, like ‘Hounded’ in the last column, goodbye to your fledgling friendships, like ‘Ginger Ballz’ in the column before that, or even goodbye to a domineering dame, like ‘Jack’s Raging Bile Duct’, all the way back in the very first Real Men Smoke On Airplanes – goodbyes are never easy. Saying that long, bitter-sweet goodbye to your adolescence, that’s a goodbye that sticks like molasses in your throat and stings like a thick, bitter smoke in your eyes. Continue reading
