I spent the last few weeks thinking of a tree that we used to have in the backyard of our old house. All those hours I spent under that tree looking up as the sunlight dripped like honey through the leaves. When the thin cold wire of time wasn’t pressing pushing tight against my neck. There was time back then. There’s…

I remember watching one of the last press conferences Lebron had when he was a senior in high school. (Ha ha. Think about the statement I just typed—how fucking awesome has this guy’s life been?) So a reporter tried to zing him by bringing up the fact that it was a little suspicious a kid “from your background” was…

Or “political.”

It’s sad that promoting measures to prevent this kind violence of is “controversial.”

This is sad, but it won’t change anything. Instead there will be a bunch of hearts and prayers to the family, but no one is going to actually change anything.

I could say something political, I could make a joke, but really I’m just fucking tired of people killing one another for any reason.

In Soviet Russia, joke laughs at you!

I always found Marcia Clark the least likable person in the entire ordeal. And watching the new miniseries is reminding me of my disdain for her. I really dont know why, it’s not as if I knew the woman personally and have no room to judge, just seemed smarmy, or cocky or something just seemed off to me. Just strange…