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30 for 30: The G.Reid Story

Quick story in regards about my brother Garvin Reid. I've known the esteemed photographer and career/style coach for over 10 years. During our college days, my friend G and I had a penchant for pursuing high quality sistas in tandems. We were like the Serena and Venus of couples dating (Garvin is Venus because he's skinny). While no true gentleman lavishes in details, revisionist history would show that this was arguably some of the most fun I had (before I met my queen of course) and it is directly attributed to the high risk, high reward approach of New York's other 5 foot assassin. Despite the great times and what I'd call a successful conversion rate, every so often we'd have a hiccup and it would always lead to me being highly pissed at my teammate.


One example in particular that still befuddles me is the time we were wooing upperclassmen AKAs before we were Alphas and my particular interest wasn't having it. Shut me down like a reparations request. I asked G to ask his lady what was up with her friend. He came back and said, "They think you're arrogant." Annoyed and confused, I replied, "But you're the arrogant one!" Garvin quickly held his hand up like a stop sign and said, "Chill fam. That's not arrogance; I just have a certain 'jene se quoi'." That was the first time I'd heard the French term. I thought it meant bullshit, but it was the perfect definition of my good friend.

It was times like these that added character to a great friendship. Though from two different worlds as far as upbringing, Garvin the city slicker with Caribbean roots and myself the suburban storyteller, we connected through family values, music, and aspirations of greatness. Our early years bore witness to the man that Reid is today, a go-getter, one who is breaking barriers while building up his people. Now as a self made brand and expert in career development, he is moving up the charts as a man to know in the Big Apple and beyond.


Brother Reid pka Newbie G, G. Diddy, G. Reid, likkle yuke, and more, has been a friend, confidance, and friendly competitor for a great while now and I am glad to call him brother. His networking skills are a sight to see, style is matched by few, and as far as career development, he is never afraid to go for it. On your 30th birthday, I wish you continued greatness, fun but not too much fun (because I'm hating lol), and prosperity. YMe forever.


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