A journey through the garden of life.
Reporting Live: Pirate Fresh. Last weekend my people did it again. We fucked it up. You know? We fucked it up like we’ve been doin a lot lately. We let another one get away. I mean it’s not really a tragedy. That’s just a fancy title. It’s really just a shame. It’s just a fuckin... Continue Reading →
Fridays. Fridays man. Fridays would be my shit. On a surface level. Not gettin into all the deep subliminal self hatred shit. Fridays would get me so fucked up. Weed, booze, percs, Vicodin, Xanax, klonopin, oxy (goin way back with those), coke, mushrooms, LSD, mdma, yada, yada, yada, ya’ll know how Friday’s get. Go hard... Continue Reading →
7 days after the anniversary of my 33rd year. I was tired that night. So tired. We had been driving all day. I'd say 75 percent of which was on the dried out red clay roads that bridge the gaps of one African culture to the next. We were headed into the land of the... Continue Reading →
August is always a little crazy. The heat was really getting to us. You see, no air conditioning is a big plus. You can squeeze a little more juice out of old girl without wasting power on changing the air temperature. Plus, we’re already some cool motherfuckers. The ride down went pretty smooth. 5 am... Continue Reading →
It wasn't like a thing. It wasn't like a day. It was like once in a while. Twice in a while. So on and so on. It becomes something like an obsession. Letting go. This thing. Letting go. These things. Letting go. This stuff. This shit. This shit that was killing me every day. Letting... Continue Reading →
The Time Traveler 