A little angry at the world in general because shit ain’t quite working
out to be just what I feel like it should be.
All I can do is work toward making what I want of the world, I guess.
Luckily for me I glean entertainment from the world around me most of the time
and I have a network of people who are full-on invited to GET mad at me, but
none of them can really STAY mad at me.
That said, I got a phone call…
Wait, before you hang up on me man.
You Still mad at me?”
Me: “Why the shit would I be mad at you, Marlon?”
You went to pretty extreme lengths to get me back for that dough I costyou last time we spoke.”
I guess for that I could see myself still mad. BUT! I
think I have exacted the lesson you needed to learn.”
Marlon: “Cool, because I kinda missed coolin’ out
Me: “Whoa, Marls… You been in prison or something? I ain’t living like that. I am pretty much married now.”
Don’t let the titling fool
you… My fortress of solitude is a LOUD
place. It is an isolation from
everything I need a few minutes away from.
The hour I spend in the car every day with enough entertainment to DJ a
block party. A lunch break with the
above-pictured devices. It is never
enough to simply see earbuds as a deterrent of extraneous conversation. The car makes it obvious; announcing that I
won’t hear you three blocks before I ever even alive. But on the ground, out in
the world? That will require some
closed-back cans. It needs to be obvious
that I am not ignoring you (or am I?).
It needs to be apparent why I just can’t be bothered right now. It creates a space where I
am around people who speak my language.
People who talk about shit I want to talk about. People who enjoy things that I enjoy. When I am with my music, I am in a space
without the disappointment of general human interaction. I get to choose my spots, I get to explore
things and never rev…