streets are on fire

The more money we obtain, the further we get from problems. The further we get from problems, the easier we ignore the ones of those around us.

With less money comes more responsibility, less time. The more we have to focus on taking care of our own, the less time we have to focus on those around us.

Men and woman feeling powerless and demeaned from sexual predatorial situations. The more vunerability and worthlessness we feel, the more likely it is for the situation to repeat itself.

Pre-packaged foods stating “beef and pork” make it easier to separate “cow and pig.” The further our seperation from the reality of the situation, the easier it is to put the food on our plates.


We’re all monsters, maybe just me.

Bushwick is an interesting nieghborhood.

Moving across country in a couple days, that should be interesting. The frustrating thing about relocating, is that from the time you make the decision to leave, and when you actually go, your life changes drastically. My greatest fear came true last night, while making some music at my boy's apartment, I was mistaken for an electro kid. Jesus. A full sleeve does not mean I like electro, indie, emo, metal, or whatever the hell else the kids have been listening to . All it means is my skin was stabbed with a needle repeatidly to deposit ink beneath the surface. I realize its a ridiculous thing to bitch about, and I'm sure I pass the same judgement, especially by using the term "electro kid". But, as prefaced, I'm an asshole. And I hate electro. And I'm about to buy $149 headphones. No relevance, but spending that much on headphones is just as ridiculous as getting offended by someone assuming I listen to electro because of my tattoos.
"If someone doubts that you are a native to Brooklyn, just tell them you love Mos Def." "Can't I go with Talib Kwali?" "No girl, I know its not right, but you'd get your ass kicked if you said shit like that" a quote from a boy I'm going to greatly miss.

Welcome

Welcome to the obnoxiously self rightous blog of a pretentious asshole. Just in case my friends at home thought that by my moving, they could get away from my shit, I put it into blog form. Enjoy!