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Thursday, October 16, 2008 

Current mood:  accomplished

the album is done


So…its here…I can't lie I'm a little afraid. I'm kinda worried about what is happening. Seriously, I have prayed for this. I cried for this. I've begged God for this and its here.


We Are Releasing


Women


Revolution


Tennis shoes



Its here. No offense to those of you I love. I have already sold 2 copies. Its in the street. Seriously. One guy, tried to haggle me down to a nickel. Wasn't happening. Hand numbered. Hand screened. Its $10. Sorry. It is what it is. So I guess I'm not.

I submitted the album to JFP for review. They didn't. Maybe later. So here goes. The album review…

Skipp Coon and Mr. Nick present…Women Revolution Tennis Shoes…






  1. It's the intro…

the question remains how do you want to go??? On your feet or on your

knees…This is so important…I recently walked away from a job I loved…I want to make something happen. Seriously, this impacts my life. Think about it. The end comes no matter what. No matter what we do life ends. It's a blessing and a curse. It's the yin and the yang. We have so many chances to make life beautiful. No matter what we will leave lets enjoy it. Take risks. It's about being free. It's dope. I love this song.


  1. Drift

Second song written from this album. Still old. You've heard it a million times. New beat. The horns. Nick is a genius. Tell him and there will be violence. Seriously. This beat is banging. I really like the lyrics. The horns though. Seriously, the horns. The horns are important. The Horns…the little kids in the background. Wow. Thanks Nick


  1. I Can't Cope

Tyler's favorite beat. Its so dope. The bass is awkward. It beats. Maybe the second most beating song next to the intro. One of the last songs written. I wrote the 2nd and 3rd verses at the job I left. It's a banger. My favorite line…prolly…the sweatshop show what the dope fiend reap us or they know the power of the drums so they poison the rhymes/ I feel like malcom peeking outta the blinds/ or nat turner in the field at the sight of the sign/ I cant cope.


  1. Demons and Angels

Another oldie…originally produced by Rashid Hadee…had some flutes on it at first…this is Nick and Layne getting me into drone…weird…I really like it…beat almost didn't make the album…it fit perfectly…Nick didn't really play it for me. But layne put that sound on it with that guitar…its dope…yeah…I got some plans for nick and layne…layne…dude …this dude copped the mf doom dunks…its cool…he is the originator of making it hail…look for the video…reallllll soooooonnnn…

  1. Concrete

Nikki's favorite song…Hadee and I on the same song for the first time since "The Game is Ours"…dude hit me on myspace out the blue…I hadn't spoken to him since maybe 2003 or 4…we went to high school together…troll just to let this street cats know im co-neck-ted…we slap boxed after he heard the beat and verse…funny he pulled the p89 out…then elite, I heard him in like 2002 during to the trickalicious situation…we did, a song that people didn't really get…so busy trying to help other folks…im happy I think its gonna be something soon…so this may be just the beginning…




  1. Skipp's Interlude

Last thing written…had several ideas for this…it had to be done…Nick's idea. We banged it out prior to me going to work. Needed something to change the pace up. The tone is serious. Beat changed 4 or 5 times. But hey this version is it. We had fun with it. Major mistake was made…wonder if Nick still has the screw up? He better not…


  1. What if I…

First song written…you've heard it more than you've heard drift…Ken asked about the original…Strongarm is in Dallas I think…haven't seen or heard from him in a while. I think he getting married…not too sure…anywho…this song kinda shaped my direction…wasn't too sure about the beat…then Reece put that Horn on it…played it in like 3 takes…all jazz…really good…Nick hated the making of this beat…turned out good…he likes the horn…


  1. When I Grow Up

One of my favorite beats…Wasn't too sure about the hook…but when people get to know it and sing along…its gonna be great…really important…was the beginning of the transition. Had a great time…It was kinda hard to write to the beat…I liked the challenge…had a blast with it…


  1. Color Complex

This is one of the best beats, songs on the album…Nick hated it, he called it my baby…it is…I love where I was when I wrote this song…has so many meanings…I cant think of baby name, my mom teaches her…very talented and beautiful young lady, hopefully we will make something happen with her, got the song the first time she heard it… my buddy P likes this song…Strongarm did the beat for the first version of this song…I wanted to go in a different direction…really happy to have it work like it did…deja came in and blessed it…really good look….prolly my favorite song on the album


  1. Women Revolution Tennis Shoes

Wow…the title track…end it like it began…kinda like whats going on…when we began this process nick and I agreed that we wanted to make an album not a bunch of songs…Nick had the idea to do this way…I liked it…wanted to make it more something…didn't know but this worked out…really liked this…second beat for this song…wrote it to last donut of the night…I was literally walking down the street when it game to me…I was walking into Johnson Elementary when I said, god took dolly…it just went from there…





That's it…my first album…you should enjoy it if you enjoyed anything else ive done…well see you at 121 studios on Saturday 10.18.2008…doors at 8 show at 10…730, truth universal, and nick and i


p.s. hadee may come


right on to the real, death to the fake ones…peace out

Tuesday, October 14, 2008 
Hosted By: skipp coon and mr nick
When: Saturday Oct 18, 2008
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Friday, May 23, 2008 

Current mood:  ecstatic
Category: News and Politics

just read this...

Hip-hop pioneer ..Slick Rick' pardoned by N.Y. gov ..

58 minutes ago

New York Gov. David Paterson is granting a full and unconditional pardon to rapper Ricky "Slick Rick" Walters for the attempted murders of two men in 1991.

The pardon is expected to halt efforts to deport Walters to the United Kingdom, the country he left as a child.

The eyepatch-wearing star behind the '80s rap classic "La-Di-Da-Di" served more than five years in prison after the shooting of his cousin and another man. Both survived.

The governor says Walters is now a rap artist and landlord in the Bronx who hasn't had any criminal problems since his release from prison in 1997. He also says Walters has volunteered to counsel youths against violence.

if having a black elected official leads to things like this happening im all in...lol

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Wednesday, March 19, 2008 

Current mood:  contemplative
Category: News and Politics

I started reading this speech to refute. I wanted to see the problems of Obama and I have some. I wanted to see where he missed the point. However, I see him. I understand. I’m cynical.  I have to be proven things. I want to believe him. I want to believe that he won’t hurt us like every other politician has. I want to drink from the cup of Obama and be made full.

What is glaring about Obama is how he really does believe in America. I can’t. Strike that, I don’t. When he says, "Farmers and scholars; statesmen and patriots who had traveled across an ocean to escape tyranny and persecution."  I hear evil men that wanted more and more money. I see people pillaging an established community. I think about them fleeing for a profit. I understand it. My friends moved to Atlanta or Dallas or Houston for jobs. I see the similarities. I just cant see them as a people looking for hope.  I can’t help it. My experience makes me hate this country that he loves. I don’t believe in it. I don’t see this rainbow coalition that he promises he is trying to create, making things better. I see them making things palatable. I don’t need the hemlock to taste like kool-aid. I want to drink kool-aid that isn’t hemlock. The way he continues to discuss and blare hope isn’t making me believe any more than I did before. I want to keep hope alive, but my reality says that it’s dying.

 

Obama has an "unyielding faith in the decency and generosity of the American people." Well these are the same people that wanted attacks on "terrorists". These people want to ban "sagging" pants. These people are descended from the same people that gave Indians small pox and took their land. These people took Manhattan in a trade for beads and glass. These decent and generous people continue to deny Africa aid. They wage a war on poverty. They re-elect George Bush. When words and actions contradict, I follow actions.

Obama spoke of this. He said, "It’s that he spoke as if our society was static; as if no progress has been made; as if this country – a country that has made it possible for one of his own members to run for the highest office in the land and build a coalition of white and black; Latino and Asian, rich and poor, young and old -- is still irrevocably bound to a tragic past. But what we know -- what we have seen – is that America can change."  

See I have access so we have access.

Well, I’ve seen the changes. It’s a bunch of old dogs learning new tricks. Well let’s open up a pay day advance store in an area that doesn’t have banks. It has changed. It went from no way is my daughter going to school with negroes, to saying, Well the schools in the city are just terrible. I guess we will buy a house we can’t afford so that we can get Megan and Beckah in a good school.

When he says that nationalists like me, "simplify and stereotype and amplify the negative to the point that it distorts reality."  Really!? We do. Well, it’s hard to explain the obvious any more than we have. I can’t buy that white folk are so stupid that they can’t understand "that investing in the health, welfare, and education of black and brown and white children will ultimately help all of America prosper."

They know this. It’s just that they don’t really believe that my dreams do not have to come at the expense of their dreams. Their profit takes precedent over my dreams. Their children are more important than mine. Their livelihood comes at the expense of mine. I really do believe that they believe that for them to be up I have to be down. The choices they make reflect this. They don’t appear to understand or accept the contribution of my people. They fail to discuss the role they have played in creating the situation some of my people face. They continue to discuss how they reap no benefits of being white.

They drink from cool glasses of everything that is white and fail to understand the problems produced by the condensation from their cups on my coffee table. I don’t believe they are completely unaware. Nobody makes this many mistakes on accident. A blind squirrel finds a nut occasionally.

I do have a "profoundly distorted view of this country – a view that sees white racism as endemic, and that elevates what is wrong with America above all that we know is right with America; a view that sees the conflicts in the Middle East as rooted primarily in the actions of stalwart allies like Israel, instead of emanating from the perverse and hateful ideologies of radical Islam." I can’t think that one suicide bomber killing 50 people at a discotheque warrants the annihilation of a town by helicopters or planes. Maybe radical Islam is to blame.

 

I don’t think it popped up one day. I think it was born out of the tyranny that is Christianity. Maybe it was born out of an ignorance that says that the million man march will fail because God isn’t in it. Maybe it comes from women being raped and children being killed. Maybe the golden rule doesn’t apply if I don’t think you’re of my Sheppard’s flock. Maybe I have to do unto others, before they do unto me. Maybe. Just maybe.  

Maybe I don’t know what is right about America. Maybe I don’t say the pledge of allegiance because I can’t stomach the lies. I don’t stand for the national anthem because my ancestors harvested amber waves of grain and still have yet to taste the bread. I’m bitter. I’m hurt. I won’t forgive. I can’t forget.

I can’t see why people are screaming for solidarity now. Why not prior to 9-11? Why not prior to a recession? Why now do we have cries for "unity"? Why are we not supposed to be "racially charged at a time when we need to come together to solve a set of monumental problems – two wars, a terrorist threat, a falling economy, a chronic health care crisis and potentially devastating climate change?"

Why are our problems "neither black or white or Latino or Asian, but rather problems that confront us all," now? Crack was our problem. Your solution was just say no. Police Brutality was our problem, you turned a blind eye. We developed the Black Panthers. You marked that one wrong and created COINTEL-PRO. I don’t understand. History is full of contradictions. You screw me once shame on you. You screw me twice, I like it.

The black community in its entirety – the doctor and the welfare mom, the model student and the former (current)  gang-banger The kindness and cruelty, the fierce intelligence and the shocking ignorance, the struggles and successes, the love and yes, the bitterness and bias that make up the black experience in America. This is me. I believe that we (all folk) need to work together to solve our problems. However, I feel the dominant culture wants us to come together for our benefit at their benefit. I have never heard white folk trying to rally around a black issue.

Inner city (read: Black) schools are failing all over the country but white folk want to unite around healthcare. Black folk been losing homes for years, now it’s a mortgage crisis. Sorry I just can’t jump on board this rainbow coalition. I don’t believe it. It is not real.

I agree when Obama says, "We do need to remind ourselves that so many of the disparities that exist in the African-American community today can be directly traced to inequalities passed on from an earlier generation that suffered under the brutal legacy of slavery and Jim Crow." However, I read that he thinks these things were unintended consequences. That people don’t really attach today with the past. Now I do believe that groups of people are stupid. However, few groups are this stupid. I cannot imagine that white folk really don’t see their head start.

Obama reinforces white nationalism with this point, "Segregated schools were, and are, inferior schools; we still haven’t fixed them, fifty years after Brown v. Board of Education, and the inferior education they provided, then and now, helps explain the pervasive achievement gap between today’s black and white students." This is a surface truth but a real lie.

In 1935 Dubois cautioned black folk about integration. He said the education that black folk would receive would be less than what they received in segregated schools. See white folk showed us what happens with desegregation. Black Magic on ESPN shows what happens when the best go to the black schools.

However, these ideas of integration and diversity continue to reflect the opinion of the court in Plessey v. Ferguson. Justice Brown said, "The argument also assumes that social prejudices may be overcome by legislation, and that equal rights cannot be secured to the negro except by an enforced commingling of the two races. We cannot accept this proposition. If the two races are to meet upon terms of social equality, it must be the result of natural affinities, a mutual appreciation of each other’s merits and a voluntary consent of individuals."  

The dissenting opinion even affirms white nationalism, Justice Harlan says, "The white race deems itself to be the dominant race in this country. And so it is, in prestige, in achievements, in education, in wealth and in power. So, I doubt not, it will continue to be for all time, if it remains true to its great heritage and holds fast to the principles of constitutional liberty." However, it reflects the reality that black folk cannot will their way into acceptance by white folk.

All of this we are one talk forgets the history of the country. Better yet, it ignores it. It refuses to accept the fact that black folk live with the reality of this country and white folk live with the theory.  I don’t see this rainbow coalition of hope that Obama represents. I’m leery. I’m cynical. I’m jaded. Well, I might just be too realistic?

p.s. "I am married to a black American who carries within her the blood of slaves and slaveowners"

my skin crawls when black folk say things like this…

 

 

Friday, January 12, 2007 

http://www.nytimes.com/2007/01/11/opinion/11thu2.html?ex=1169182800&en=19ae4b1a88d2ee00&ei=5043&partner=EXCITE

from jackson free press from new york times

The tax system in the United States is supposed to mitigate inequality. But a recent report by Congress's budget agency provides fresh evidence that Bush-era tax cuts have done more to reinforce inequality than to redress it.

The agency found that in 2004, the latest year for which comprehensive data were available, the top 1 percent of households pocketed 14 percent of total after-tax income in the United States, up from 12.2 percent in 2003. That increase, the third largest in one year since the agency started keeping track in 1979, works out to an extra $128 billion. And yet despite that hefty gain, the effective federal tax rate of the top 1 percent decreased slightly.

In contrast, the share of after-tax income going to households in the middle of the income distribution fell to 15 percent in 2004, down from 15.4 percent in 2003 — the equivalent of a $29 billion loss. In that time, the share of their income going to federal taxes stayed about the same.

One of the reasons the rich are getting so much richer than everyone else is that investment income is highly concentrated among the richest Americans and has grown robustly through much of the Bush years — unlike wages and salaries. But the rise in investment income hasn't caused rich Americans' income taxes to rise substantially because — thanks to the tax cuts of 2003 — investments are now taxed at about the lowest rates in the code.

Another reason for the after-tax advance of upper-income Americans is that an ever larger share of their salaries escapes the payroll tax that pays for Social Security benefits. The annual amount of income subject to the tax — now $97,500 — has been adjusted upward each year since 1982, in line with the increase in average wages. But as pay raises at the top of the income scale have increasingly exceeded the average wage gain, incremental adjustments in the wage cap have been inadequate. In 1982, only about 10 percent of all wages escaped the tax. Today, that figure is estimated at 15 percent. The administration has yet to call for raising the cap, though doing so is a matter of simple fairness.

Unfortunately, with the administration having abandoned fiscal prudence for the past six years, it's practically inevitable that inequality will worsen. The bill for the deficit-financed tax cuts of the Bush era will arrive in the years to come. It's likely that the costs will be borne by all, even though most of the benefits have accrued to the few.

Saturday, December 16, 2006 

Current mood:  creative
Category: Goals, Plans, Hopes

Opinions are cool just keep them to yourself. 

 

Today I was notified that I was a south hater.  You know like a New York rapper that does not sell enough records to recoup.  What made this funny is how much I talk about Jackson.  How people that know me laugh at the fact that I have a tiger tattooed on my left arm.  The way that I stay after home games to sing Jackson Fair.

 

I cannot believe that I am a south hater.  Not because I hate the south, but because I like content and a good loop.  You know I'm hating because I am not digging, nor have I ever dug, snap "music".  You know a hater in the sense that I don't really understand how or why people can say that they like something and not articulate why.  I am a hater.  Plain and simple.  Skipp Coon is a hater.

 

But why?  Well it's an opinion of my opinion.  I'm not an individual, I hate.  I can no longer make apologies for doing this.  Well, if hating is having an opinion I am a hater.  So really why aren't more people hating.  I'm not anti-industry.  I am pro-creativity.  This means the radio is not bad.  Okay just for the sake of this blog the radio is not the enemy.  It's just not what I want to hear.  Anyone that enjoys the radio has every right to enjoy the same 12 songs played randomly all day.  There is nothing wrong with liking what you like.  But why is it that the people that like this stuff try to convince others that don't like it that they are crazy?

 

It's as if they need someone else to justify their opinion.  It's like when a person likes what I do, it's their opinion.  It doesn't make me any bigger.  It's that way because I create for me and I hope you like it.  Opinions don't define or validate me.  Opinions do comfort me.  Opinions do offer insight.  Opinions pacify, they do not feed. 

 

My buddy told me that I need to learn to ignore this stuff.  I think we've subscribed to this strategy for far too long.  Ignorance is bliss. Knowledge is power.  Which one should a man choose?

 

I am a hater.  I am proud of it.  If hating is having and voicing an opinion, I am the hater.  I am the Malcolm X of this generation.  If hating is ball I am Michael Jordan.  If hating is touchdowns, I'm Jerry Rice.  If hating is hockey, I am Barry Melrose.  If hating is homeruns, I am Barry Bonds.  I am the Hall of Fame preeminent hater.  I will be the hater by which every other generation will be judged.  I am the Adam of haters! 

 

I will continue to have and voice opinions.  Right or wrong they are mine.  I have every right to them and I will die to keep them.  Malcolm, Martin, Medgar and me.  I am a man.  Children play. Men hate. 

 

Hate on haters!

skipper

Sunday, August 06, 2006 

Current mood:  indescribable
Category: Friends

Adulthood is a funny thing. 

 

This weekend my best friend got married. 

 

I mean the guy that did my homework for me after I got suspended for throwing a chair.  The guy that had me drinking in 11th grade.  I had a crush on this guys sister.  I hug his mom.  We hung out together after prom because neither one of us got any.  This is my dude from wind tunnel trips to Yazoo to borrowing money.  I love this dude.

 

Well hes married now.  Its strange that I feel such a sense of accomplishment knowing that if he can make it, I can too.

 

Its also strange how happy I am for him.  The more I think about it the more I am seeing a change in my life.  Ive never missed or cared for a dude because Im not gay.  But for the first time I see in a man the possibilities and potential for all black men. 

 

Neither one of us have particularly great relationships with our fathers.  His mom is like my mom and for some reason seeing them yesterday has given me so much motivation it isnt funny.  Maybe God placed him in my life for this point.  Maybe seeing how great one man can become is going to fuel me to become the man I need to be.

 

Its like what if people come into your life to raise your awareness of that side of you that you dont know.  Like this dude showed me I was more than a class clown.  He raised in me a desire for scholarship.  I went to class because he went to class.  We went to two different schools but his motto was go to class so I went and encouraged everyone else to do the same.

 

Its like I dont know how to put into words what it means to be young, black and male in this country.  Here is neither the time nor place.  But to see one of your own transform in front of you is beautiful.  Ive never been happier for anyone in my life. 

Its just thinking that at some point somewhere is looking at all of us and drawing inspiration.  Think about that.  At your lowest point someone is looking at you and saying how good you are doing.  They dont know.  No one does.  All they know is what their senses tell them.  No one can read minds. 

 

So think about how screwed up we all are. 

 

Okay now know that no one else knows.     

 

Then understand that youre someones inspiration.

 

Now get inspired and make something of yourself and someone else.

 

skipper

Thursday, July 27, 2006 

Current mood:  disappointed

CATCH 22: PERFECT GUY WITH A LITTLE P-P
Current mood: sympathetic

If you're a woman wondering why you keep putting up with a no-good nigga, let me enlighten you:  ITS CUZ HE HAS GOOD DICK.  AND HE KNOWS IT.  He has that tingle-in-your-spine, legs-shake-and-go-numb, can't-stand-up, crawling-to-the-bathroom (if you haven't fallen asleep immediately), piss-coming-out-sideways-and-your-insides-feel-like-they're-about-to-fall-out dick.  Even when you're mad you still want some and when you wake up you can't even remember what you were mad about.  And I'm willing to bet these niggas were cakes until they had a couple of chicks uncontrollably shaking and screaming shit they regretted in the morning.  So I pose the question: does mediocre dick make you humble?  I guess it does, since that's the first thing a chick is gonna remind you of when you try to flex your little manhood (no pun intended).  I suppose that's a rhetorical question, since no guy is gonna ever admit to having mediocre dick.  It's some chicks out there that can take the mediocre dick since the guy is so nice, but men if you know in your heart your dick is mediocre, let me enlighten you: IT'S A NIGGA ACROSS TOWN KNOCKIN THE DUST OF YOUR PUSSY AND TREATING HER LIKE SH**.  And she's probably spending your money on him too.  Sad, but true.  Am I that kind of girl? No.  Cuz unfortunately I lack the ability to fake it.

This is what is wrong with our community.

I came across this blog and thought to my self, self, this is the problem.  Too many people(God I hope I am wrong) think that problems can be solved through something sexual.  Or pursue something sexual when their are far more pressing issues. I got a big dick and I can use this to get somewhere in life.  I got a big behind and all men think about is sex so this is gonna carry me.

Well newsflash it wont.  Far too often people that have this idea also think that there are people hating on them for it.  Well in the words of a fallen brother Soulja Slim, "You know who hating on you, the D.A. and the Judge"

Ladies and Gentlemen save some things for friendly conversation. Dont expose how simple your mind may be by making statements like these out in public.  Have some shame.  I seriously doubt that good women cheat because of penises.  Good women dont cheap. Well, not until theyre pushed.  Rats run around chasing "good dick".  "Playaz" run around after women catch God knows what and wonder why.  Maybe our community would be better off if we stopped chasing  "good dick" or "bomb pussy" and sought out people in whom we could see our reflection.  People that would last after the 15mins of sex was over.  People that would become husbands and wives instead of baby mommas and baby daddies.  I dont know, maybe "IT'S A NIGGA ACROSS TOWN KNOCKIN THE DUST OF YOUR PUSSY AND TREATING HER LIKE SH**."  

That is a strong possibility.  But maybe my woman likes me for something more than sex.  Maybe we have a relationship that is bigger than "dick size".  Hopefully, my woman knows that i love her and i want to be with her forever.  Maybe shes aware that dicks vary in size and quality.  Or maybe shes too busy working towards her goals that she doesnt have the time to even acknowledge a "big dick" dummy that would "knock the dust off her pussy."

Or maybe I have more to offer than a "big dick".  God knows I hope my woman isnt with me for my penis.

skipper 

Thursday, May 11, 2006 

Current mood:  contemplative
Category: Life

last night at the barbershop i talked with my barber and another barber in the shop.  i am often called the black power activist and militant in the shop so this discussion is no different from any other one that we have ever held.  however, this time i listened and i tried not to get upset.  it didnt work.  my barber who is one of jesus' bestest friends says that he doesnt worry about the world cause he is with GOD.  this guy, who i love and respect, also found no problem with Joel Olsteen and other christians (i perfer the term nuts) who would want you to believe that christianity in america is under attack. this is not what upset me.  he basically asked me what good did knowing about the world do because there is nothing we can do to change it alone.

at that point i thought about it and said to myself, he's right there is nothing i can do to change it.  as i write this i know that i cant change the world alone.  but while i am here, it is my duty to try.  i wonder if my barber gets the idea that jesus was the son of god out of his mind long enough to know that jesus was human.  i mean he got an erection, he saw some beautiful jewish chic in a robe and said "man, she could get it."  the idea that jesus, who was human, knew he couldnt save the world but he tried.  christians preferred text (bible) even says that god so loved the world that he gave his only begotten son so that whosoever believed in him should not perish but have everlasting life.  god couldnt change the world, but he tried.

maybe thats why i read books and question god.  i watch fox news and wonder why/how could anyone mislead people the way that these "news" programs do.  maybe i do it because i have to.  maybe its because im a human and i understand my limitations and i just dont know how to do anything other than search.  search for something that will give me my first idea that this life i live is worth more than my sneakers and looking at bobbies.

i forget who, but somebody once said that the unexamined life is not worth living.  i think about richard wright in black boy when he says that he longs to be like the lazy forgetfull black boys with no internal conflicts to resolve.  i can honestly admit that i want that life.  but if i had it id probably still be searching, questioning, looking and dreaming about a new reality.  probably more than i already do.

maybe that conversation came to inspire me to wonder more about how people can just look at life and give up on it to stay sane. maybe this question is what keeps me alive.  maybe. i dont know its just something else to think about.