As for my journal crush. I spent five hours last night reading newest_fad's journal. And I only got through the first 5 months. She began it during a very weird and frightening time of her life. I couldn't stop reading. If on my account you have begun reading her journal, I highly recommend going back to the beginning. I was moved to tears more than a few times. On that note: if newest_fad happens to be reading this, I don't mean to make your life some sort of freakshow by mentioning it here. I'm just deeply inspired and often moved by your journal. You possess a courage to write so candidly about your experiences; a courage that not many people (myself included) have. I admire your honesty and your ability to convey your thoughts and feelings to language. 'Nuff said.
Michigan is such a weird state. Take the radio for instance. I've travelled quite a bit and listened to a lot of radio stations across the country. Everyone has hometown heroes when it comes to music, but Michigan takes it to another whole level. You cannot listen to a "classic rock" station without hearing a Bob Seger or Ted Nugent song at least every hour. Ditto on the "modern rock" stations with the White Stripes and Eminem. I'm suspicious that there must be legislation that was enacted. Now if either would get wise and play more MC5 and the Stooges, well I could live with that.
Me and you can go toe to toe, no maybe. I'm knockin' niggaz out the box, daily. Yo weekly, monthly, yearly until the dumb motherfuckers see clearly that I'm down with the capital C-P-T. Boy you can't fuck with me. So when I'm in your neighborhood you betta duck. 'Cos Ice Cube is crazy as fuck As I leave, believe I'm stompin'. But when I come back, boy, I'm comin' straight outta Compton