Her: Its not as big as you said it was
I'm the American dream, an architect in training, working the grave yard shift as an operator at a hospital to pay the bills and keep the family afloat. I like to think I'm playing the main role in a movie scripted to follow the pursuit of my success. Ironically, my character's main obstacle concentrates on the overwhelming amount of self destruction he is embedded with. I'm just a cynical storm wandering the desensitized avenues of the web.
I think people could see it at Coachella, the very first show. It was foreign. My head wasn’t there. I kind of fluffed through rehearsals. A few hours before the Coachella show, I get a message that Prince and Paul McCartney are going to be there. My spirit is not right, and idols are standing side-stage, so as the show started, I’m bummed. This is horrible. In my mind I was already gone to my hotel room halfway through.
All it takes is one event to set a precedent. If Darren Wilson is arrested for, charged with, and convicted of the murder of Michael Brown, then that means ALL cops can be held accountable for their actions. It means the people can ALWAYS rise up and fight back against police brutality.
That’s what the cops and National Guard in Ferguson is fighting against. They don’t want this standard to be set.
Sometimes people’s problems come up and I don’t necessarily feel bad about what they are going through because I feel like shaking the fuck out of them and telling them to shut up with their self manifested importance to their superficial, surface deep, dilemmas.
Like… There are people fighting for their existence on this world. Get your perspective in order.