Life goes on
I found out recently that a childhood friend of mine died when I was in Europe a few months ago... i hadn't talked to him in like 20 years probably... we were best friends in elementary school... So I found his myspace page and looked at his pics from when he was teh live...... it reminded me of how I grew up... All my friends were cholo's and thugs pretty much... I was the one weird white kid in the neighborhood... they never tried to make me join gangs or anything they respected me as the weirdo I was cause I think i scared them haha... there's something to be said for living in the real world, with real people... Cause now I could be acting like some uppity artist fuck... I would never do that but if I did how could I look at my old friends in the eye? Yeh even though I hadn't seen my friend in 20 years I bet if I did I'd be in his backyard drinkin beer wiF him and freestyling or some shit haha...
As an artist I believe you have a responsibility to express the thoughts of feelings of your own as well as being a voice for your friends and other people you come across who may not have the outlet or opportunity for whatever reason... So you have to stay in touch with real people who will help you stay in touch with yourself...
As long as you walk the streets your bound to stay down the earth... So if you walk the streets you've already got a jump on all the people who have never really lived and are trying to learn about the human experience... there's no better experience than living it... your art will be richer than the d00d sitting in Starbucks saying to himself "Is this what real people do?"
My friend who died had a rough life... way rougher than I ever did...but when we were kids we both got picked on and kinda became friends because of that... I won't forget you T.J.... R.I.P. Homie.Brought to you by professional weirdo M dot Strange.