Music and Mental (in)Stability

Haven’t written on here in so long I barely even know how this whole blogging thing works anymore. [taps mic] This thing on? Anyways… Hello Internet. How are you? That’s cool. Me? I’m doing alright actually, which is interesting considering the circumstances. However, though I’m doing alright at the moment, I’m doing that kind ofContinue reading “Music and Mental (in)Stability”

Why All Good Teachers are Psychopaths

I hated English (the class, not the language) for most of my academic life, up until I was about 16/17 years old. And when I say hate, I don’t mean in the way kids “hate” having to go to bed, or “hate” the overall idea of studying. I mean, I fucking hated English. Despite the fact that I’dContinue reading “Why All Good Teachers are Psychopaths”

What A Farmer Taught Me About Writing

I come from a family of immigrants. The American way, I guess. My grandparents moved to Miami from Jamaica in 1979, settling in a three-bedroom house in Richmond Heights. My recently-married mother moved in a year later, in 1980, my dad following in May 1982 (spent their first year and a half of marriage awayContinue reading “What A Farmer Taught Me About Writing”