He eats out of a boot.

Plates are the classical avant-garde in the cavemen's eyes.

I thought cavemen liked fire.

You mean fine china.

I eat off of fine chinamen.

Bet your only utensil is a spork.

Submitted my first column as the new music journalist for a monthly NYC-based publication today.

The piece has an energetic pace, the rebellious anti-authoritarian flare of a manifesto, and a touch of literacy to covey that the author knows his sh*t.

Had a great time writing it.

So when you go bat **** tell them there is a manifesto,got it!

Thought he was already bat****???? Did you see that outfit?

So guess whose in mothafucking Tey-hos right now?! Weather's terrible, too humid. The weed's great though, allegedly, my aunt's rolling a joint now, I shall find out in two minutes.