Katt

I quite often think about Katt Williams. These days, I do a little bit more than usual.

Do you know that this dude has 6 adopted children? S I X. When people think that he’s a crazy lunatic, I wonder how does he still have his eight children with him. The answer is that he’s probably not a crazy lunatic at all. You have to be immaculate to be a single black man raising six adopted children.

I wonder how he teaches his kids. What does he teach them? I guess they’re all black. How does it feel to have a dad like him? Is cursing OK when it feels like it is? What about women who come over? What does he tell his kids when answering their questions about his dates, and women in general? Any connection with the biological families left for those kids?

I have so many questions.

The other angle is his life on the road. This man has probably driven a million miles across this giant country called the US or America. Katt Williams has been touring a hundred nights a year—every year—for the past 15 years, give or take. I feel like he knows the temperature of that country better than anyone else, by far.

But also, can you imagine the number of stories this man has? I can’t imagine the craziest shit he’s been through from most hilarious to straight up macabre. It could be ten seasons of a show and I wouldn’t be surprised.

So between his adoptive experience, his knowledge of the country and his touring stories, I feel like I would talk and listen to him for weeks. We all have time right now. Hit me up sir.