It's been a whole winter and spring since I moved back to Baltimore from my brief long-winded stay in Brooklyn. I went there because I was lusty. I felt like in order to give my music self a boost, I needed to move to "the big city." At that time Baltimore was for me dense, dry, and restraining my creative aspirations. I felt weighed down by unambitious peers, family woes, and Baltimore's fucked social, political, and economic structure. It's hard to LIVE in such a space and being a black king-queen in Charm City ain't easy. A city where in 2013 the unemployment rate for black men between the ages of 20 and 24 was 37 percent. A lot of punk or indie/electronic white bands seem to get on constantly, and most of the creative outlets/platforms like galleries or publications are full of white people in high positions which is crazy in a city that's predominantly black. So many "fuck you"s in my face constantly, it seemed. So I said fuck you too and left.