local rapper 29-e got abducted by the reaper the other day, scruffy necked victim of what speculation holds as an assassination attempt. i knew dude only as compost for mirth and witticism, one of a long line of grindovermatter philosophical acolytes to be damned to internet inferiority. now, though, he's dead.
hdcf 150 is the only lecture class i didn't drop last semester. the teacher was a cool bostonian guy who talked a lot about our own delusions of invincibility. for most of our lives, he argued, we can't conceive our own death on anything more human than the intellectual plane. for me, that seems to extend to most everyone i meet. i seldom conduct myself as the proverb instructs, living each day as my last or the last of those around me.
on 206proof i'm anonymous, for all intents and purposes, and in some respects i see my calling as naysayer-at-arms as a noble one. still, i can't help but feel a little karmically complicit in dude's having bit the dust. just as the shooter, my interaction with the guy was negativity without tarrif or caveat. i was going "N" with aplomb, narry a second thought backseat driving in my domepiece. i'm very sorry i handled it like that. wack rappers need not be wack people, and to appraise people as singleminded hobby zealots is as stupid as it is hypocritical. i like to shoot hoops but would never let somebody geld my ego because i'm apprenticed by the bricklayers union. i actually had another blog project in the works based largely on the adventures of pen and pad plebians like 29-e . i had a few posts written that i valued as some of my finiest work, but i have a hard time interpreting any of those lost papes as funny now.
stop shooting people. if you had run through the hallway at chop suey and jawed even 2/3 of your eventual victims, i'd still be laughing at them. you've got to pull the trigger and bring finality to it all, though, right? idiot. you don't stand to gain anything but fear from this. that's the currency you trade in? it will never bring you real prosperity. NEVER. fear is as finite as the distance between you and the next man's gun. even saddam met a bigger bully, man. i hope you fucking sit on a cactus.
my best wishes to the respective families of 1stblackprez and 29-e, both apparent victims of this lunacy
2 comments:
well said. i think more than a few of us echo this emotion
I can't say I feel any grief towards my disdain of 29-E's music. The shit sucks. That has NOTHING to do with him as a human being, my prayers go out to his family, but I stand by all my caps.
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