FOR THE CULTURE: CLUB ZED’S HIP-HOP CONNECTION

My lunch options are either some parody of a home cooked meal from the deli at the mall next to the office, or junk food—also from the mall next to the office. The fancier options are now literally off the table because I have to break him off something for gas if he’s to pick…… Continue reading FOR THE CULTURE: CLUB ZED’S HIP-HOP CONNECTION

Of Thunder & Human Swamps

My eyes stung a little and remnants of teargas caused tears to stream down my cheeks. I could barely see the man I was negotiating my cab fare with. It was hard to tell whether this was because of the leftovers of the riot control gas or the mini-bar fridge’s worth of beers I’d consumed.
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