We looped a thread around the beetle’s body. It buzzed over our heads. Circling, circling, circling. No remorse. No retreat. Wasn’t about life. Wasn’t about a game. Was about the day, was about time. The Scarab Beetle, lost in the world. Found. Only to be handcuffed for being strong. Held down, flight cancelled for the night. The […]
Russell Westbrook was so locked in that he forgot the basics, traveling halfway down the court without once dribbling the ball. This is the type of day dreaminess that I try to achieve each time I’m behind the keyboard writing.
As of today, the following are the things that I believe in. This list may change tomorrow. Shit, this shit might change in an hour. All I know is that I believe in: Lonzo Ball — the pride of Chino Hills just dropped his first-ever triple double. The talking heads can keep talking. I believe […]
Accidentally pressed ‘Play’ on a clean version of DAMN the other day. And — damn — that shit still sound so good. Left it on. Made it look sexy.
Also known as elote. Classified as goddamned street food. Found with a strong sense of exploration and don’t-give-a-fuck-ness. Eaten under the L.A. sun. Made of hard work, resilience, and flair — with a dash of L.A. smog. The recipe according to Chef Roy Choi: Corn (shucked)Vegetable oilButter (softened)SaltMayonnaiseCotjia cheeseCayenneLime See: L.A. Son by Roy Choi
Like Russell Westbrook. Like James Harden. Like DeMar DeRozan. Like Kung Fu Kenny. 10-4. No Switching Sides. Like Pioneer Chicken. Straight from the Library Tower. The RTD transfer. And Rakaa Iriscience. The 405. The 10. The 710. 562. 213. 310.