"7 PM On Ocean Drive" - Friday, November 15, 2024, 7:14 PM

In the final remnants of 2024, I’m opening every door for finger four blessings that I had to wrestle Satan all year for.

Clearly the guy hates me, but everyday I still get home safely. 

One time for Dom Kennedy.

It’s sad to say, but some of my favorite people are moving out of LA and in a real way a part of me is going along with them. This year I was repeatedly disturbing the peace, with an extremely dope sound system in a whole lot of group chats, hoping someone might listen.

If you’ve ever wondered why I don’t get many comments or mentions, I’ve been causing too much tension and my audience prefers to keep me guessing. They don’t say much in public, but my DMs keep me pushing.

I tell any new acquaintance not to confuse me with anyone famous, I’m no plug, I’m more of a surge protector. Super comfortable letting go getters know someone’s got their back and really down for whatever.

Yeah, we that tapped in.

When the world tries to push every button but the ESC key, I respond directly and methodically… sometimes melodically.

Despite the increasing number of rich folks standing next to me, I’m never too good for some toast and jelly. So when you see me with a bacon McDouble don’t hate on me, I eat plenty of mistakes regularly.

True story.

I slide home when the homies are tripping. I do work when the employees are complaining, and I’m usually dancing when good music is playing.

Personal facts.

Still, I can’t relax because I know there’s a lot of you I owe a call back. I’m not ignoring you, I just got student loans to pay back, plus tax.

Before I get back to my monthly fees for great intentions and good deeds that fell into the weeds, I thought I’d take this time to tell you to breathe.

1, 2, 3.

It’s going to be alright. We live a beautiful life and it’s definitely better with you in it.