Mac Miller Has Died At The Age Of 26

The last 24 hours has been pretty rough for me. I lost my bet on the Falcons/Eagles game last night, I dropped my iced coffee immediately after stepping out of Dunkies this morning, and to top it all off, I just found out that Mac Miller died. The 26 year old Pittsburgh rapper died of an apparent drug overdose today, and I consider him worthy of a memoriam blog. Mac Miller was a big deal to a lot of people my age, mainly due to his coming of age mixtapes The High Life, K.I.D.S., and Best Day Ever. His laidback style and sex and drug fueled lyrics earned his songs mandatory spots on any party or blunt cruise playlist back in the day, and he singlehandedly made snapbacks cool again. My Chicago Bulls and Carolina Gamecocks hats, the latter of which hilariously reads “Cocks” in huge letters across the front, continue to collect dust in my room to this day, but you can bet your ass I only bought them because of him. Here’s an accurate depiction of what every teenager looked like circa 2010.

The first concert I ever went to was actually a free Mac Miller show at Government Center back in the summer of 2011. Any 20 something year old from the Greater Boston Area undoubtably shares my sentiments in saying that day was a fucking blast. Essentially it was a sanctioned shitshow where thousands of teenagers were drinking heavily, smoking blunts, and listening to Mac Miller right outside of Boston City Hall. Girls were flashing their tits, people were crowdsurfing, and the sheer number of bottles and punches thrown that day had to be atleast infinity. The show had to be stopped multiple times because the crowd reached riot-like conditions, and to this day it’s one of my favorite memories from highschool. Here are some videos that captured the chaos of that day, but even they don’t do it complete justice because it was truly a “Had to be there” event.

Another thing that has been troubling to me about Mac’s death has been the news coverage. I’ve seen so many headlines today that referred to Mac Miller as simply Ariana Grande’s ex-boyfriend and it pissed me the fuck off. Listen: Mac Miller was making hits and touring the world while that bitch was still a minor character on a Nickelodeon show, so I don’t understand how he’s being viewed as just some guy that used to fuck her. Mac Miller was far more talented than her, and clearly had much more genuine character seeing as she got engaged to Pete Davidson a week after she dumped Mac Miller. I won’t take the wild leap some are taking and say that she caused his death, but her parading around with Pete Davidson knowing Mac Miller had depression and a drug problem definitely didn’t help. Now I’m not saying Ariana Grande is a stupid whore that’s engaged to an unfunny beta-male with a Hillary Clinton tattoo, but I’m not not saying that either.

Celebrities die everyday but this is one of the few deaths in recent years that has really hit me. Mac Miller provided my teenage years with great music and memories and I’ll be forever grateful for that. I joke around a lot on here about addiction and whatnot but it is a serious subject that needs addressing. Losing somebody that’s so young and talented because they took too large a dose of a certain chemical compound that they’d become physically addicted should be Orwellian, but unfortunately opioids are wiping my generation out overnight like a new chemical strain of the Bubonic plague. Looking on the brighter side of things maybe the recent OD deaths of artists like Mac Miller will shed more much needed light on the problem, but only time will tell if that pans out. His passing is especially surreal considering he released an album a month ago, and I know it’s cliche but you really are never promised tomorrow. Rest in peace Malcolm McCormick, and thanks for the countless number of songs and all of the great memories I have attached to them.

BUDD DWYER ADD-ON:

R.I.P. to Malcolm. I was gonna post a blog of my own but saw white boy’s blog in the drafts and truth be told I couldn’t sum up how much Mac Miller meant to my high school years better than he did. I still would like to say a few words though. Respect due.

 Mac Miller was that dude. KIDS is probably in my top 3 favorite mixtapes of all time, every song is quotable and fun as hell to sing along to. Mac Miller was rap to white kids in the suburbs laid back and kickin it, living life fun as hell, not a fuck given in the world. smoking blunts with his boys and rapping about it. Relatable as fuck cuz that’s all I did. That was legit me in high school. Smoked blunts and drank, tried to fuck, and shot the shit with my boys. Every day.

The free concert was an unbelievable memory that I’m lucky I have because not long after I began to black out when I got that drunk. I never wore snapbacks but he did make them cool for a year or so. I remember staying up late night after night back before YouTube had ads and sucked and going through his whole discography, his high school days, Easy Mac, old rap battles in school and at lunch and shit. He had a gift since day one and luckily for us that’s all he wanted to do with his life.

Sad as hell he had to go, but what a wonderful fucking guy we had on this Earth at the same time as us. Powerful shit, if I live to be 80 and haven’t heard his name in 40 years and a classic came on outta nowhere I can guarantee I could still spit along. Legendary shit.

Easy Mac rap sick and sensational…

Rest Easy,

Budd Dwyer

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