As a person that makes stories for a career; artist, creator, or whatever name you choose for yourself. You are first in the business of vulnerability. As a creator, if you are unable to be vulnerable with your work, you are missing out of the greatest aspect of your work. This aspect of my work is also a very fucked up aspect of my work. Because when youre vulnerable s e v e n days a week, it’s rare that youre impressed by much.

I dont want it this way!
It just is! Like I know when a person is lying, probably 95 percent of the time. Dance teaches you lies and truth through the body, and that’s that.

Anywho, I knew me and religion weren’t going to make it at a young age.
Like when my parents divorced I was forced to see them both. Although I wanted to only be with my mother. She had a forrest behind her house, so I spent most of my days there.

Anyways, my distaste with religion began over cartoons!! My father a devoted Southern Baptist. My mother a devoted Jehovah’s witness. All the good cartoons came on on Saturdays. Every kid knew this! But if you were Jehovah’s witness, your Saturday’s were devoted to knocking on doors, giving the Lord’s good word, and running from dogs.

Like, why can’t this nigga market himself?

My dad just thought everything would bring me demons. So if it wasn’t a cartoon about Jesus being beat in front of a courtroom with a nine tails, it wasn’t for kids to view.

THE IRONY.

So, me being me. I needed to stand for my rights. I started asking the hard questions at church.

Like ‘if God created us, who created that nigga? If he is all knowing why didn’t he know satan was going to tempt Eve with that produce? If he has streets paved of gold, what is he going to do with my money?’

-And because I’m from the South, whippings were all the rage in the 90’s.

-And if you questioned God, you purchased yourself a membership to this club.

But I asked questions, regardless. But the preachers could never answer me straight.

Niggas was always lying, and screaming, and sweating!! God damned them!!
The whippings kept coming, but whateva. I missed my cartoons, my mother and father got embarrassed. Fair trade.

Its not that I hate religion, or people that are religious. I just don’t see the point in praying all day, when we can just be nice to each other. Or maybe give some old blankets to a homesless person, or make them food. It’s so easy to change things but people just don’t.

Also, I really love women, and sex, and partying, and living my life however I fucking want. And what am I suppose to do….not do these things!!?? I’ve literally never met Jesus, he’s never spooned me on a cold night. And his father used to fuck everyone’s wives, so he’s no one to look up to.

Anywho, I dont hate religion. I know something made me, whether it be a single cell starting in the ocean, or some big nigga in space. Im not going to spend my life arguing over it.

And if he sends me to hell. It’s his loss, because I’m and ANIMAL and then Satan would get the freetrade deal, and he’ll think I’m dope as hell…..and yea….we’d party.

HANDS TO HEART