If peeing your pants makes you cool, I’m Miles Davis…

Contemplative as Fuck

Contemplative as Fuck

Listening to jazz while I drive is probably one of the coolest things I do. It’s an escape from my mundane, white, jaded, stuffy reality. For 20-60 minutes a day I get to be a character from an African-American sitcom. I can be Theo from the Cosbys; all cool, sassy, and confident while driving to campus to flirt with all of the PYTs before class. Or maybe I’m Mookie from Do the Right Thing; all contemplative about some beef in Brooklyn that I have to squash. The one thing I’m not, at least at the moment in time, is a 29 year old white boy with a hemorrhoid and generalized anxiety disorder.

Five thousand, G.