I had the edgiest/funniest Waka Flocka interview planned. I had interviewed Waka twice before, and also had reviewed his shows back when the Atlanta rap star was playing the Underground Club circuit. The rapport was there.

I had read various interviews where Waka and his Brick Squad Monopoly camp would invite writers to party with them before shows during interviews. Basically, a member of Brick Squad opens a bottle and then tells the writer to help him kill the bottle. After proving his ability to drink, and bonding Wake shows up and hangs out for an interview.

The Park Street venue location of the Columbus show reflected Waka’s market expansion into the EDM circuit from working with Steve Aoki, and Flosstradamus

So I was preparing for a party sort of encounter.

June 6th came once more. D-day was a long time ago and I didn't intend to make anything of it.  I was surprised by the emotional turmoil I felt, by how I felt about that day in my gut.  I realized that while I was born after the war was over, D-day and World War II were a real and tangible part of my childhood.  It was part of my family's life, my teachers lives, my friends parent's lives. It wasn't just old men who remembered it, every adult in my youth had stories from that war. It was amputees on street corners selling pencils and people all around me still dealing with it. It was part of my life and it played a role in my enlistment for Vietnam.  Of course I felt this day in my guts. Why did I think it would be otherwise?