The He(art) of My Hustle

So.

I'm starting to get pretty shameless. I am amazingly close to printing out my debut collection of poetry, but the only thing in my way is the funds I need to pay for the printing cost ($800 bones).

Naturally, I don't have eight hundred dollars. I don't even have $8. And without a job, it gets that much harder.

Therefore, I have decided that lil' ol' me will try my hand at this hustling thing. Not anything illegal or morally compromising, (although I do have a source that might be able to get me some connects, ya digg?), but something more of my forte. Like my art itself.

It makes sense to me. Besides, it'll give me a chance to stretch my lyrical versatility.

So tell your friends. I am officially a poet for hire. $5-10 a pop.

Marvelous Times Indeed.

I don't know if I can take it.

Common's coming with a new album. (Eh.)

AND

The Mighty Mos Def as well? (OhEmGee.)

Change is brewing, forreal forreal.

My Election Day 2008

1:14am: Arriving at my friend's house after a 4-hour shift, working at InService America. Now, I'm watching "Scrubs", waiting to go back home to record some tracks with my roommate.

2:01am: Got back home to meet some friends on their way out after they've already started recording some audio for our pseudo-band "Hawt Sawse". While they are leaving, one of them asks me when I'm going to vote. I tell him I don't know, to which he responds that he's thinking about leaving at 5:30. It sounds like a great idea to me, so I tell him, sign me up, let's go vote and "get it out of the way".

2:43am: Start watching online episodes of the sixth season of "Scrubs".

9:59am: My roommate wakes me up to ask if I wanna go vote.

10:23am: Leave apartment to go to the polls. Still undecided.

10:29am: Arrive at polls. Still undecided.

10:35am: At electronic booth, praying for a wise decision and I vote.

10:45am: Leave polls, hoping I didn't make a mistake, and start scheming on a bowl of Raisin Bran Crunch.