Round My Hometown

I almost don’t know how to feel. It seems like I always end up back here when there’s too much going on in my head and I can’t make sense of it all. My city is burning, people are talking crazy, and at the end of it all, people have forgotten that Freddie Gray is dead.

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04 2015

The State of Affairs

If you breathe long enough, life will happen to you. During my unplanned hiatus that’s exactly what happened to me, life. i’m on my way to completing some things that started when I started this blog. I’ve turned 30 and gained that “clarity” that everyone talks about. At the end of it all, I’ve changed.
That change is what has caused me to take a look at the work I do here and refocus its direction. Rereading the posts here, I don’t regret a single word but I now understand that a change in tone makes a world of difference. This blog will still reflect the things on my mind and my own unique perspective, I just hope those who have been reading are willing to grow with me.


08 2013

How Many Of Us Have Them

Every time I move, I realize that I keep leaving people behind. People fall away like dead leaves and just drop out of my life. When I look back for the people I missed, it dawns on me that I didn’t care about them getting gone. The older I get, the better I get at staying away from the people who ain’t worth a damn. I’ve managed to get the “un’s” out of my life.

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05 2012

Your Parents Are Going to Die

I made a little jaunt home and I started to realize something. I looked at my parents and saw things that I’d never seen before. An extra line here. A gray hair there. A slowness in their gait. Hell, my father had to rock to get up. While watching this I came to the epiphany that brought me to the title of this post. They’re going to die and there’s nothing I can do about it.

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03 2012

To Err is Human, To Forgive is Impossible

Cheaper to Keep Her

Kobe Bryant is getting taken to the cleaners like a sperm stained bridesmaid’s dress and it couldn’t happen to a more deserving person. While I genuinely hate this dude’s breathing pattern, his recent plight made me think of the F word. No, not THAT F word you sick genital gumps, I’m talking about forgiveness.

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12 2011