Age may have Psycho
Les a little more blunted but he’s just a little wiser.
“Just the other day I was on stage performing and I did
something to a shortie and she like attacked me and
shit, f’real. Actually we got some girls on stage
dancing and I just, y’know, I just smacked her skirt up
and the whole crowd was going crazy so her girlfriend
from the crowd, like some lesbian chick, jumped up and
attacked me, like ‘yo’, pulling on my shirt. So I
pushed, I mean, I got her off me, and she kept coming I
was like, I was about to smack her with the mic but I
thought, yo, if I crack this bitch in the head, they’re
gonna sue the club, they’re gonna sue me so, getting
back to you gotta think sometimes man, handle it a
little more professionally.” Ladies, you may now act
stink without fear of what fate may befall you. [ click
the link for more ]
“In wartime nearly everyone
becomes an accomplice,” writes Chris Hedges, the former
divinity student and war reporter, in War Is a Force That
Gives Us Meaning. Hedges steps to war armed with
unflinchingly honest reflection on his years in the Balkans,
being held prisoner in Iraq, a run in with Saudi military
police, and reporting in the company of zooted photographers
while bullets wizzed by in Central America. Honest not just
in his own role, but the role of the people he observed.
Their shortcomings and their humanity. And at a time where
you can say “Peace” like it means something or gives you an
excuse not to think, well, War Is A Force That Gives Us
Meaning qualifies as perhaps one of the most hopeful
books on the subject, sharing ideas and experiences that
will ruin the comfortable position of so many “thinkers.”
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Contributor (book coinciding with exhibition at London’s
Barbican Centre (Barbican Art Galleries), April 2002
Just like Pac Man though, my cold
heart ran out, and her passive-aggressive comments and need for
love or affection or something other than smart-assed lust
caught up with me. Like Pac Man my invincibility ran out, the
ghosts caught me when I got greedy and I got caught like a limp
dick.
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I was introduced to Jeremy Relph off the pages of the hip hop magazine,
POUND.
His article on the Beatnuts,
The Beatnuts: Jokes on Who?,
got my attention. It’s a smart and funny read that compensates for a group
who owns some of the best beats and most unintelligent lyrics that hip hop
has to offer. He plays the choicest quotes with quick and subtle
commentaries so that you knew he had some fun at their expense – and maybe a
little at yours if you weren’t game.
So the next question on
my mind was had this writer ever turned fiction (the goods, as far as I was
concerned). I sent an email and he let me have this:
