Whoaa

Try not to...[Overthink] things.

Hi October.

Hipster Runoffs

Every so often in life we stumble off the beaten path of routine and can, for a moment, encounter beauty in an otherwise unforeseen location. Call it the delicate balance between hurried keyboard strokes, or perhaps even divine intervention. Either way, when I wanted Vagabond Don and found Vagabond Bond instead, I was privileged to learn their story.

Crack Pot (Pt. II)

2 am or 2pm, it doesn't matter. 24/7, 365, I put this stuff on everything. Cereal, peanut butter - everything. I even bought the economy size at Costco.

[Remember where I'm from]

Crack Pot (Pt. 1)

Apparently, in September, leaves don't change color. Shit doesn't get cold here until AT LEAST November. Last year at Thanksgiving I was in a tank top. No, in September San Antonio becomes something of a Seattle. Not for lack of its inherent grungliness, already being dubbed by nightcrawlers from prairies far and wide as Austin's neglected stepchild from the South. Rather its because - and quite simply for me - with no new music, no cable (until recently), and an entire upstairs living quarters stripped of any mirrors whatsoever, one actually finds the time to take a few chill pills and just burrow, you know?

Relax, this isn't a cry for help. It's reality.

Rock on Ramen.

(W)rappers

Big talk. Fat Beats.

GQ OG

Where in the world is Atti San Diego?

All That Glitters

"I'm so tired of this I could blow, fire in the hole" - Eminem, Recovery

August 2010. The explanations will vary. Mine?

Many sleepless nights spent out at places like this:

...followed closely by many sleepless nights spent in a place, with these:

and all the mayhem you could possibly squeeze in between. An appropriate time for me to "SMH" I think.

Wake me when it's hoodie season.