rap, as enjoyed by an eight year old.

the other night while cleaning up at one of my mom's religious parties (aka JESUS THROW DOWN) a young girl by the name of danielle kept asking david and i random questions about school, our favorite colors, and what foods we liked. i told her that my favorite color is green, i'll eat anything as long as i won't vomit it back up, and that i'm in grade 18 (12th grade + 6 years in godforsaken community college.)

i love kids, especially those curious-type kids that i do not, in any way, have to be held accountable for. they hunger for information and likewise i'll give it to them-- filling their voided heads with my half-assed knowledge and experience. in danielles case, i told her to keep up with her fondness for drawing and writing, and that nobody needs to learn math anymore because computers and calculators are here to stay and help us FOREVER. she agreed wholeheartedly. upon asking her if she had any other siblings she hesitantly replied, "I have an older sister, but she's in jail." I immediately told her that that was nothing to be ashamed about, "only if you don't visit her often" and that, "your sister didn't mean to do what ever it is she did. she was mostly likely screwed over by the friends she was trying to help out (i.e. lil' kim doing time over trying to cover up for her back-stabbing hater crew. WORD.)"

we then talked about our mutual love for rap and our hatered for paris hilton, among other things. if only i could encounter more kids like this, then the elementary public school system wouldn't seem too much like the septic tank it's inherently become.

but i can't really say much for myself-- i'm still in the 18th grade.