An unemployed 23-year-old who sells Jordan’s to pay rent and make music full-time.
Carrboro, North Carolina. Technically, it’s Chapel Hill ‘cause they’re real, real close, but we won’t get into technicalities, so let’s just stick with Carrboro.
Make music, play Yu-Gi-Oh! and Street Fighter, and make bad jokes that only I laugh at.
I think the bad jokes started in elementary school, and I’ve just kept running w/ them. Oh, music… Well, that was in middle school. I wrote a song about killing this guy who kissed a girl I liked. I passed it around to all my friends and they loved it, except this one cunt that gave it to the teacher. I almost got in trouble, but I denied that it was mine. I was a “good kid,” so they believed me. Fuck that guy, though…
It was fun; I was shitty, though. I was pretty prepared for it ‘cause my mom had forced me to give speeches in front of people since I was in middle school. Unfortunately, I was rapping and not speaking… I still had fun.
A better world. Fuck me, I just want this Earth to be a better place.
I want them to gain the knowledge that there are no natural boundaries in this world. We create them all. So fuck ‘em, and do what you fucking want.
Music, in general. I’m a little embarrassed to admit that I’m a rapper, and I don’t listen to a lot of rap. I mostly listen to really weird, ambient shit hoping to find samples. But my most favorite songs in the world are Paul McCartney’s “Uncle Albert,” and Dinosaur Feathers’ “Family Waves.” A lot of inspiration comes from those tracks. Go listen to ‘em kids!
Thinking about death. Its uncertainty both frightens and intrigues me. I’m definitely not ready for it, but at the same time I can’t wait for it—you know—to see what really happens.
Well, I’m hungry, so probably dinner.