Some shit I wrote on May 23.14
I’ve been doing this for a long time. And by “this” I mean contributing to Toronto’s creative class as a b-boy, designer, artist or clothing line for collectively over 20 years now. In that time I’ve learned more about other people than I’ve learned about myself. But I’m okay with that. I have the rest of my life to figure me out. What I’ve seen most is that peoples perception of reality is terribly skewed. They lie through their teeth, down talk those they’ll later be partying with and push to be seen as monetarily successful or socially popular rather than find a level of gratification in their way of living that makes them a success at being an honest, respectable human being. All the while they call themselves, “real”, “authentic”, “genuine”. I’m not gonna get on too hectic a rant on how ridiculous this all is to me. I’ve seen it a billion and a half times. I’m old, remember? And I’m still around, paying my own bills. Some people from the scene I came up in are not. Some are and are struggling. Some are just getting into the scene over the past 5-10 years and show intense signs of being contributors to this social epidemic. But none of that will change because thirsty wo/men will still be attracted to the lies, blind trust fund kids will still contribute to the pot in order to stay relevant and buzz words and slang will be buzz words and slang to people who get a rise out of using or hearing that shit as a marker for coolness. All I can say is this: I’m not impressed by big talk and I’m not one to read fiction for pleasure. Take that for what it is. And be careful out there. The world is disgusting.
- Bryan 'be.' Espiritu