We did an unplugged set where we told the story of how our song “Ink Blot” got written: Continue reading “Ink Blot” Unplugged at Java Monkey 5/20/2018
The boy sat up from his chair, gazing softly out of the porthole window.
“So many stars…”
The ship rumbled quietly through the dark of space, pincushions of light piercing the infinite blackness… Continue reading “The Boy on the Spaceship” (Morning Fiction 5/5/2018)
A voice whispered from the depths of time:
“Hold on, be strong.”
She felt the energy as it filled her spirit, washing through her sadness, ringing it up like a cold towel.
She felt no relief, only understanding.
She glanced down at her wrist and pulled the blade back… Continue reading “Hold On, Be Strong” (Morning Fiction 5/7/2018)
I’m still learning what my process is for writing rap: Continue reading What It’s Like Trying to be A Rapper
I couldn’t sleep. Every few minutes my eyes would look towards the phone to see if she saw the message I had sent. My mind ran circles around pain… Continue reading A Warm Bed in a Cold Room
For 4 months, I traveled the country while Eminem, 50 Cent, and Brad Nowell communicated with me through AM radio stations.
I had a mission, I had a plan, and I had a purpose.
I was supposed to be an artist. Continue reading Psychosis
I was up all night doing cocaine before a 5am conditioning session with the football team.
20 minutes into the exercise, I blacked out and woke up in the hospital.
The doctors had me stay overnight to be observed. My Mom flew halfway up the east coast to make sure I was alright. Continue reading A Reflection on Collegiate, and Present, Consequence
I guess its just sadness.
That feeling when you wake up in bed and your eyes are open and you’re at your parents house and don’t have a job and you’re 29 years old and you’re just like…
Is this real life? Continue reading I Don’t Know What it Is
I used to be terrified on days when I had something to share.
The fear came from two angles:
One: everyone in the entire world would be reading, and Two:
No one would be reading.
I was afraid of judgement and,
I was afraid no one cared… Continue reading Why I Love Matthew McConaughey
Late at night, when everyone is asleep, I go to the basement and rap… Continue reading My Brain on Rap