My first introduction to GQ was back in the '90s, when I was a clerk at the New York Public Library. My job was to check books out to people, and I would grab a bunch of issues from the magazine section to read in my downtime. I remember ripping out the cologne samples to rub on my wrists before going on dates because I was broke. (Don't judge me.) To me the magazine represented a fantasy world: thousand-dollar sweaters, watches that cost more than my mother's house. Just a world I never imagined I could take part in.
Fast-forward to 2021, and I'm in a much better place now. So when GQ reached out to see if I was interested in interviewing my guy Vince Staples, it was an easy yes.
I've known Vince since he was 25. The first time I met him, he was a guest on the show I cohost with The Kid Mero, Desus & Mero, and Vince and I ended up having these long, meandering conversations: about the difference between L.A. shootings and NYC shootings (drive-bys versus walk-ups), about his hometown of Long Beach, and a whole bunch of other hood stuff that ended up being cut when the episode actually aired, probably for legal purposes.
Vince is a bit younger than I am, but there's something special about talking to him. His viewpoints are always so contrarian, and yet when you stop to think about what he just said, he always makes perfect sense. It's like talking to a knucklehead nephew and an older, wiser, all-knowing uncle at the same time.
It's been three years since Vince dropped a new album (2018's FM!). For a minute he was everywhere—constantly on Twitter, grinding through viral videos, doing interviews—and then he took a little time off to work on himself. It seems to have paid off. When I spoke with him in early March, Vince, now 27, seemed happier. Excited about the future. We met over Zoom for several conversations and ended up talking about everything: his new self-titled LP out this summer, the influence of Nipsey Hussle, and not fucking around when it comes to raccoons. With another full-length album (Ramona Park Broke My Heart) and a Netflix show bearing his name on the horizon, we're going to get a whole lot of Vince Staples, and the world will be better for it.