Last year my daughter, Kantra forced me to pick up my crown. For many nights, on my knees, helping my four-year-old get dressed for bed, at eye level she’d tell me, “I’m a Princess. Mommie is Mommie Queeen and you’re Daddy King.” We could be in a grocery store aisle and out of her pocket she pulls rocks, rose pedals, acorns, and handfuls of sand. She got a bike for Christmas and a remote control car. In the last few …
Tag: writing
It was an honor to have written for one of the most widely read publications in the world. Thank you LA Weekly, April Wolfe, and Andy Hermann for giving me a chance. My first piece was a profile of Rodger Clayton and Uncle Jamm’s Army. I was mad nervous and didn’t want to mess it up. Had that been the only article that I ever wrote for LA Weekly, I would’ve been hyped. Instead I got a chance to talk …
He pegged me a tourist taking flicks.“What’s it like?”It’s like crouching under the atmosphere to keep from scorching your head. Earth’s glowing curvature is a celestial levee, a barrier to the darkness. The stars are neon streets and heavenly islands of light. They are as real as phantom pain firing from a severed limb. You stand still, afraid of stepping on the people below. You’re always in the way. Sometimes all you see is the white of clouds. Up there is …
The Young Giantz, Courtesy of Priority Records 
Mega and Late. This was the day that I was a guest on their podcast. 
Artist Keen hooked me up with this keychain that he made. Dude fucks wit 3D printers. He’s got these crazy business cards made of plastic, leather and other materials. 
At the podcast, mic checking. 
“There’s a thousand emcees lined up against the wall….” What single is that from? He was a Wu-filiate. 
Spidey the lighty
Deuce Mac and Bigg Joe West are The Young Giantz, two brothers from South Central, Los Angeles. I interviewed and wrote about them for LA Weekly. Read it here. Last Saturday I was on The Mega Late Show. That was my first ever podcast. We recorded it in Mega’s man cave, appreciate him having me over. Thanks for having me on the show. I’ll post it when it drops, some time later this month, I think. Peace to artist Keen …
This was my first night staying in a hostel. Sitting in that room anchored me from drifting in the currents of the city’s streets. I was cut away from eyes and bodies that could see and touch what I could not hide. Staring out the window, smoking a splif, and eating a burrito, I was happy to, if just for a night, watch the world instead of it watching me. I got reborn taking a shower. The hot water was …
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