Everybody Has a Breaking Point

The Stanford Prison Experiment. Let’s chat. Not the real thing, but the movie. I watched it for the first time last night and… woah. First of all I didn’t even know the shit was based on real life before I watched it. But I did my Googles afterwards. Evidently it won a couple awards at…

Brain on Drugs #4

I lied about not smoking weed. Sorry not sorry. 2017 is out this bitch. Not officially, but honestly, the last four months of every year generally fly by in a gust of classes, stress, bills, and credit card debt. So in my mind, this shit is basically over. That’s not to say shit still can’t…

He’s a Mean One

Your boy Trump did it again and this time it hit home. If you didn’t know, I work at a certain Mexican restaurant. I’ve been there for nine months and I have to say, in that time, I can say without a doubt, it’s the best job I’ve ever had. Truly and honestly.  But I…

Reclaiming My Time

I think I’m going to stop smoking weed. Not indefinitely, but for the foreseeable future. Classes have started, business is picking up at work, and I have one semester of college left. It’s crunch time and  since I’ve been on probation, I’ve seen how productive I can actually be when I’m not taking weed naps. …

Story Time: Mischief Managed… Barely.

Bout 7:45 p.m.: Wading through a sea of people, trying to get between stages in time to see Solange. It was hella niggas and for a minute, the traffic was standstill. If I wasn’t high I probably would’ve had a nervous break down. Crowds were never my thing. So after making it back to the…

Living on the Edge

This weekend I finally got to go to Afropunk and… bitch. The line up was fire. The melanin was fire. The atmosphere was on fire – it was hot af but myself and my main man Reuben (@fromthedeskofreuben) kept it fresh and funky and had a blast. Not only was it my first time at…

New York, New York

I fucked up and answered the waitress at the coffee shop with a “yes ma’am” and immediately blew my cover. Nobody says “ma’am” here. What killed me was the almost uncomfortable look that came over her face when I said it – a look that said, “You must be from out of town.” Observation: When…

Life is Funny Enough Without Your Bullshit

Listening to this recent mailbag episode of The Read has me thinking… In particular, the question called “Trump stole my swag” or something like that. It was a man writing who had just recently been married. Evidently they had hats made with a hashtag and the hats were red and the print was white. Just…

Almost Caught a Lick but, So Worth It

Bitch.  I almost fried my fucking retinas trying to catch a glimpse of it. No I didn’t by the glasses because like, no, that’s money – I got shades. I’m not paying any amount of money for 8 minutes of anything.  Overhyped as it was, I love when I’m lucky enough to catch those extraordinary…