Stayed up too late the other night watching Boyz In Tha Hood again. My kid came down for a late night snack, and starting interrupting and asking questions, right when Tre and Ricky were in the alley and Ricky got shot. My kid’s like, “You look like you’re about to cry?” I was like, “Damn, Ricky just got shot.” I told her the basic layout of Tre, Ricky, and Doughboy, then she goes back into the kitchen. As she comes back out, they’re putting Ricky in the Impala to take home, and my kid goes, “Is that Bread?” I’m like what? She goes, “Bread? Dough? Whatever it was?” And then we talked about the plastic on the furniture at Ricky and Doughboy’s house for a few minutes before she got bored with my existence, like any tween would with their dad watching some old ass movie, and left again.
Monday, November 23
TH3 HVM4N BR41N K33PS TH1NK1NG...
it has to do something, it
has to get somewhere - fools task
Sunday, November 22
TH3 P0W3R 0F L0VNG3 D03SN'T...
look like much, because it's not;
somehow, that's hard to maintain
Saturday, November 21
Friday, November 20
SONG OF THE DAY: Mosquito Loco
Fuck it, no write up with this one. Just the most annoying beautiful cumbia song that was ever made (as far as I know). If you have MAGA neighbors, TURN IT UP LOUD AS FUCK, and shoot your guns into the ceiling. Or at least have a barrel fire. I've been in this new home of mine for almost three months, and still ain't got no burn barrel. Neighbors down below me by the river are burning trash, detritus, and scrap limbs every Friday night. Got the sky filled with trash fog now. And me up here, looking simple, ain't even got a burn barrel. Damn. Played myself again.
TH3 SVNS3T 4ND SVNR1S3 L00K...
similar, just coming from
two different perspectives
Thursday, November 19
SONG OF THE DAY: Samuri Da Yan Matan
Walking the narrow road of “holding my shit
together” in a society that seems hell bent on squeezing as much literal blood
from folks stoned by hopelessness. I’ve wrestled with guilt lately for having
brung children into this world, who will have to survive it after I’m gone.
Haha, what a swerve – previous generations looked forward to playing with their
grandchildren, and I’m sitting here feeling guilty I gave life to my children.
I mean, I know it’s all perspective, and maybe all those times I stood in front
of people babbling about how we don’t actually get to an end, there’s no wall
that says “It’s over” for humanity, but that stubborn and persistent souls keep
pushing forward. I guess I don’t feel that stubborn, or persistent right now,
which also is probably normal, because we’ve been living in this fucked up
purgatory, hiding from potential illness, as well as medical debt in America,
and I still ain’t dug out from the debt that came about years ago.
That’s what’s so depressing about life in America now – it’s a burden to be
alive. Most of us are losing money every day we remain alive, with no hope of
that figure ever changing, so no wonder suicides are rising and people feel
guilty for procreating. I just want to sink into a cocoon for three months, be
left the fuck alone, zero expectations from anybody, and come back out with the
redbuds, and see how shit feels at that point. But I can’t, because in America
any day you don’t at least tread water to where it’s risen, you get flooded a
little bit more. I can’t wait for this country to dissolve from what it is now.
It’s going to be a great relief to a lot of people, even though it feels scary
since it’s all we’ve ever known. But this shit ain’t working no more.
TH3 L3SS0NS 0F GR4FF1T1...
yesterdays get covered up,
but also builds foundation