Racism
My dad tells me to get the Kingsford lighter fluid which they use to marinate the CDs and tapes. Then they ask if I have anything to say. I just stand there silently. Then, with a drop of a match, our music is transformed into melted notes.
“Where the money at?” The ringleader walks around the back of the couch, letting the barrel of the gun drag across the tops of the cushions and brush against our shoulders. The cold steel scares the shit out of me.
Marching With Atticus Finch
“You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view... until you climb into his skin and walk around in it.”
The Hemingway Chronicles: Bullet For A Brick
“Where the money at?” The ringleader walks around the back of the couch, letting the barrel of the gun drag across the tops of the cushions and brush against our shoulders. The cold steel scares the shit out of me.
Play Or Pay
I’m standing in front of the cop car, their lights glaring in my face. I clench my fist, threatening to put a serious dent in the hood of their car.
I Am The God Of Beats
Lucio shoots sound waves at his enemies, boosts his teammates’ speed with dubstep, and heals them with ambient bass. He’s everything I aspire to be. Sort of…
It Takes A Fire To Melt An Iceberg
My dad tells me to get the Kingsford lighter fluid which they use to marinate the CDs and tapes. Then they ask if I have anything to say. I just stand there silently. Then, with a drop of a match, our music is transformed into melted notes.