Here in LA a lot of people have been talking, writing, reminiscing on the riots of ’92. What about the kids of ’12?
Who gives a fuck about how it was.
Give a fucking fuck about how it is.
The kids today don’t need the adults worrying about shit that has nothing to do with them now. Hey adults, focus on what is burning down now.
I was there in ’92 and I’m here now. “Look how far we’ve gone” mentality is for the fucking birds. Feed the kids and be selfish in your selflessness.
Some other shit I’ve been hearing is the “now” joke of – oh those are first world problems. What does that even fucking mean? Shift your efforts and walk through South LA, through the empty pockets of our youth, through the bedrooms of the abused, through the universe of Los Angeles street on Skid Row. I don’t get the punch line and that shit ain’t funny.
I’ve been going through some deep shit this week. Butterfly block party. I’ve been thinking about leaving cooking for awhile. I can’t find meaning anymore. I traveled the path. Culinary school. NYC restaurants. Professional career. Flavor innovator.
But what does it all mean?
People that I try to convince in business that there is something special here, right here..only ask me about profitability.
Maybe I talk like I’m from Saturn but I don’t understand profitability.
Profitability when our whole existence is at stake?
I stopped eating meat this week. That’s why I’m thinking about leaving cooking. How can I cook with out using meat? I will taste, for now as that is my profession. But I will no longer eat meat for my own consumption.
Animals be talking to me. They told me..stop. Stop, Roy. Please.
I talk to animals and kids. I feed adults. Time to switch. Talk to adults. Feed animals and kids.
What are we gonna do about our streets now that you adults have accepted street food?
Are we supposed to put our faith in this man Jamie Oliver? A Brit? If so, then if anyone who reads this tell him to holla at me. Really. I can’t get to him. Tell him come see me, no PR, no publicist, no barriers. We can sit on the curb and join forces.
I got Jah turning my purpose into one long dreadlock. One long beanstalk.
Who is gonna go to the clouds?