Okay so I am going to attempt to type this despite my right arm and now hand swelling to the point that I feel my skin is going to burst (thank god for spell check). I’ll get to why later. I am still trying to process the events of this past weekend and the greatest kick off to my birth-month since 1998! It was a whirlwind of excitement and music that left me injured and recuperating all yesterday. It started Friday after work, where I ran in to pull a quick five hour shift and run home to throw on my change of clothes I had laid out prior to doing my time. Me, and Anitra (my love), raced to the BART Station, to head over to Oakland and see the Flaming Lips. Continue reading Three the Hardway
So I made it safely back to the East Coast, although it saddens me to have left the sunny Bay … Continue reading Back in the High-Life Again!
One of my old home-boys from ATL came into town this weekend, and it was a blessing. Before he showed up Thursday I hadn’t left the house in five days. I am becoming so walled off in my shitty apartment that I have long since forgotten how to act around real people. Despite my utter and complete lack of funds we managed to get thoroughly fucked up on cheap beer and some pot brownies my only California homie had given me. We had a little herb too so we made due. The first night we crushed a case of Miller High Life and caught up on each others lives. I didn’t have much to say other than I write a crap ton of blogs and spend all my time online. The next night we went out early i the day and I showed him all of the beautiful young girls down in Berkley, Continue reading Ever since Billie Joe Armstrong clutched that monkey…
I’m trying to keep my head above water. I’m telling myself over and over that nothing in life that is worth having is ever easy (although considering the last thing I fought for walked out on me) it is becoming increasingly hard to maintain that view. The problem is I have lost my confidence. I feel ashamed of myself and my current state in this world. I am depressed and I know that I won’t get out of this until I buck up. I don’t know what to do though. I’m trying to go to school but that’s turning out to be far more difficult than I anticipated and it’s getting discouraging. I try to give myself pep talks before I head out to another interview. I can’t, I don’t feel confident. Continue reading Brothers Gonna Work It Out!
Last nights protest turned violent long after I left, until then it was peaceful and calm. There was almost a celebratory mood throughout. Though I was disappointed most of the self-appointed spokesmen for the community spent more time urging the crowd to remain peaceful than talking about what we were there for. There was a lot of self-aggrandizing spoken word bull crap, but at least people are getting out. And yet again it would not have made MSNBC had not been for those few who decided to mill around afterwards and smash some window. Continue reading Another Wednesday-Another Riot!
The rally began peacefully at three p.m., for two hours people slowly filed in and gathered around a small circle of people who took turns with the microphone calling for justice, promoting their silly spoken word, praising their god or tearfully recounting the litany of names that have fell before Oscar Grant. The crows grew restless and many young Anarchist from nearby Berkeley milled about. Each time a rabble rouser dared touch the mic another speaker would immediately snatch it back and tell the crowd there was no need for emotions! There was no need to get that upset or for things to turn ugly. I stood about ten feet away snapping pictures and watching the mood shift and change. The tired old chants start up then quickly fade away. Continue reading Somtimes You Should Riot!