Haruki and Kantra’s perception of me, govern my values. I’d be fooling myself to pretend like foreign judgments aren’t crowding my peripheral. My wife is working crazy hours. I feel helpless watching her go through this bulshit. We have to switch roles. It’s like I’m walking around with my balls in my back pocket. I’m in awe of her. Shorty’s a hustler, “We do what we can do,” she tells me. Like a drafted soldier doing more than she can, …
Category: Writing
Last week I interviewed rapper, producer, and artist M.Sayyid of Anti-Pop Consortium. Catching up with the big homie was more of an informal conversation. Didn’t think he’d remember me. We hadn’t connected in over 10 years. I was geeked to talk to him. He’s been living in Paris, France for three and a half years. Dude went right in, talking about the terrorist attacks over there. Error Tape 1 was recorded during that period. The November 2015 attack that took …
“But Florida dawgs, Orlando? I had that shit on lock for three years… three years. The only reason why I got touched was because of this white dude, Jamie. When you selling to white dudes, they ain’t grinding, they gonna shoot that shit. For two years dude was buying from me like clockwork, two or three g’s worth of heroin a week. When he got caught, all that nigga had to do was call me. I would have had his …
I just changed out of a tuxedo from working a banquet at the San Francisco Museum of Modern Art. Mayor Gavin Newsom was having a fundraiser. Ra’s ship was sinking into the pacific. On the hostel’s rooftop, the San Francisco sky looked like bleeding watercolors. Up came Black. “Damn, you summoned the blunt, my nigga,” he said, holding a long cigar full of the Bay’s medicinal heritage. We passed the blunt back and forth then he told me his story. …
Dude, I’m busy. That’s it. That’s the update. No. Hurricane Irma and Harvey were warning shots. Earth’s immune system is going full throttle. My thoughts go out to Barbuda. Kim Jong Un, I hope you choke on a twinkie. You had me listening to the entirety of Dan Carlin’s Hardcore History, “The Destroyer of Worlds.” It’s over 5 hours long. Listen, 45’s crazy will kill yours. Believe that. 86 your shit, bitch. Sorry I couldn’t post part three and the …
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