To survive the Eastside of Oklahoma City as a youth is a great achievement, and the information he laced me with allowed me to do just that. He taught me how to be a man of my word and to mind my business. And more importantly, get paid. Fuzzy was never a violent person, he was about his money. Watching him fueled my young hu$$le. From cutting grass to selling basketball cards, and writing papers for people in college, I’ve always had a hu$$le.

Fuzzy has watched me grow from a boy to a man, and in that, he knows me in a way I don’t even know myself. From him, I learned how to hu$$le, in everything I do in life. During a conversation with my wife about how I write resumes, she said to me, “Drew, you write resumes like a hu$$la.” I laughed because she is correct, and what’s funnier is I got it all from Fuzzy. When you see me, you definitely see him. As I said earlier, he may not be a perfect role model, but he was exactly what I needed. So thank you my niggå