My father, Larry McKelvey, he was the man in Moncks Corner. He ran illegal nightclubs where everyone went, ran around in red leather pants, claimed he partied with Rick James. If you needed anything in Moncks Corner, you saw Larry McKelvey.
I learned that every conversation shouldn't be had via social media.
I've been doing radio since I was 18, and I've been unemployed four times from radio for various reasons.
I think social media is painting an unattainable picture of perfection.
One day, I got beat up, and my glasses, which were crooked already, got shattered on the ground. That's when I said, 'Okay, enough.' I became like Batman. I decided to thug myself out, all the way.
If stop-and-frisk was a fair and balanced practice that targeted everybody equally across the board, then I could understand the extra precautions being taken, but since it's a practice that targets blacks and Hispanics and gives the police the right to lawfully profile us, I'm not with it.
