My name is
Maurice Williams.

I was born and raised in Los Angeles, CA.

I am a screenplay writer who also spends his time pretending to be a cowboy astronaut astrophysicist.

Oh and sometimes a train conductor.

I don’t take things seriously and neither should you.

This is a safe place I have created for dumb thoughts, random gibberish and motivational shit.

Sometimes you need a break to talk about dumb shit and sometimes you need someone to tell you to get your shit together. So…can we talk for a bit?

November 24, 2024

I’ve been to Camp Flog Gnaw every single year and I gotta say, this shit gets better and better every year.

For those that were lucky enough to attend, had the time of their lives.

For those who never been before, what are you waiting on?
I’m honestly just blessed that I grew up in the same city as Tyler.

Niggas fly in from every corner of the world to see my small little city light up.

Camp only happens two days a year so when it’s time to show out, niggas show the fuck out.

From the mosh pits to crazy stans singing every word to the fucking outrageous and spectacular fits everyone throws on.

Just to support this silly man’s ideas.
This shit is nuts, man.

I have friends who I only see when Camp comes around.
I’ve come across the nicest and genuine groups of people at his carnivals.

Not only do you get you see your favorite artists perform in the same fucking place, but you get to hear new artists as well.
Tyler has put me on to so many different artists.

From Badbadnotgood to Laila! to Action Bronson and so fucking much more. But also I get it, some of these artist might not be your cup of tea.

Don’t even trip. There’s all types of carnival rides and game to play.
The amazing (and expensive) food vendors is definitely worth the try. And be sure to grab some fire ass festival merch.

Tyler’s own clothing brand, Golf Wang, is in attendance and merch from the artists that are performing as well.

Don’t sleep. Also there’s fun interactive areas sprinkled around the Camp Grounds.

They had a small post office area where you can send a postcard to a loved one or yourself.

Me and my girlfriend brought her little sister to her first festival.
During our downtime we played a bunch of mini golf.

There’s always a ton of cool shit to do.

But anyways…this year I got to witness Three Stacks play his iconic flute.
Erykah Badu was amazing as always.

Playboi Carti definitely brought the energy to Camp. The pit was going stupid when he came out.

There was this artist name Raye who brought her pipes with her.
Jesus Christ that woman can sing. I walked away becoming a fan.

And dude, fucking Doechii! As God as my witness, I was speechless.

There were so many incredible artists performing, it’s hard to say who had the best set.

Daniel Caesar made the crowd cry again and again.

Vince Staples! Amazing set, great performance. Laila! came on stage and recreated her songs on a midi and performed that shit before us.
That shit was sick. Can’t forget about Sexyy Red! I was shocked to see so much energy at her set.

All the OG Odd Future members came out as usual.

Mike G, Domo Genesis, Left Brain, Syd, Na-Kel. None of this shit would be possible without them.

Man, I’m just proud to be from my city.

Wait…what. Hold on, hold on. I just received word that local Los Angeles artist, Kendrick Lamar, just dropped a surprise album.

Oh my God. I know I was supposed to write about Camp Flog Gnaw, but I gotta go.

Come to Camp Flog Gnaw next year. I promise, you won’t regret it.

And throw that shit on when you come.
My city loves to show out.

AIN’T NOBODY FUCKING WITH T.

November 12, 2024

Tyler, The Creator has been one of my favorite artists since…holy shit am I reading this right? Since 2009.

He has had a chokehold on everything in my life. For God sakes, from the way I think to the way I dress.

My whole color palette is earth tone. Kids today would call me a stan.

They’re not wrong. I’ve been to every LA show. Every single carnival he has thrown.

From owning cds to vinyls to clothes.

Growing up, you would get called weird for listening to him and Odd Future. In LA, being weird was the worst thing to happen to you.
But I didn’t care. That nigga spoke to my soul. Being the nerdy kid in LA was finally cool.

I love movies, reading comics and watching goofy cartoons like Adventure Time. I was and still am a real music fucker.

Seeing his passion for music, I felt seen. Could not relate to any artist until he came along.
Geeks and goobers everywhere rejoiced with joy. Finally someone rose from the ashes and said “fuck this shit”. He was the rebel we all wanted to be.

Wow. I just remembered I dressed up as him for Halloween. That’s how deep I was.

Blah blah blah his old music had very questionable lyrics. It wasn’t about the lyrics that grabbed me.
It was everything he stood for.

Not being put in a box, doing whatever he wanted and trusting in himself.

He did everything that he said he wanted to do. And that shit was beautiful.

I’ve watched this man go from being the annoying skater kid on Fairfax to a mature young man becoming more secure with himself.
Ten plus years in the game and no one would acknowledge his existence in this field. Thats crazy, right?

He is mad different from the rest. He doesn’t just drop albums. His music feels like a movie with its own little world. Every album is different from the previous.

It’s a breath of fresh air.

I hate that LA’s sound is considered “gangbanging” music. This nigga created his own sound and genre.

I don’t know what to call it.
I just know that his shit hits different.

Not only that, but built a path for new artists and new genres to flourish.

Now it feels like the rap and hip hop world is starting to peep. Better late than never.

You ain’t gotta listen but don’t lie to me. This man has transformed and transcended past being just a rapper. This man is an artíst.

I’m gonna say it cause no one else will, but Tyler is the new generation’s Kanye. You ain’t gotta like his old music, but this new shit? Chrooooomakooooooopia! This is therapy.

Come here.

Closer.
I’m talking about Mr. Morale level of therapy. Looking deep within and wondering how you are.

For the first three spins, I couldn’t hold back my tears.
Not only do we get new music, but this one feels different.

This one feels honest. True to himself.
This album will eventually change my way of thinking.
Finding that light within and doing something with it.
This album is hella personal.
Experiencing a pregnancy scare to forgiveness from your parent(s) to experiencing good ole paranoia. I don’t know how he does it. True to his name, Tyler is a fucking creator.

The day this man retires, will certainly be a dark day. It just sucks knowing that he’s saved my life and I can never repay him.
Now everyone say “Thank you, Tyler”.
My favorite album has always been Wolf. That’s just a nostalgic moment for me.

I thought Call Me if You Get Lost would be Tyler’s most “Tyler” album, but this one takes the cake. Long ass story short, this album showed me that niggas gotta grow up.

Life doesn’t wait for anybody. Be honest and true to yourself, even if it hurts.

Be right back, I’m gonna run this shit again. Chroooooomakooooopia!

Life, Serendipity And Synchronicity

August 22, 2024

I got something and I need help figuring out.

Sometimes life just works out for me, ya know?

Something bad happens and it works itself out.
That’s just how it’s always been.

Maybe that’s why I tend to not get stressed over shit.

Now let’s take this conversation to a little more on the “what the fuck” side.
We all know what a coincidence is.

But what if your entire life is full of coincidences?

Shit occurs for absolutely no reason at all.
Gun to my head, I couldn’t explain.

Does that become life?

Or is it more than that?
At what point do you have some sort of control.

Cause to be honest, I’ve been feeling like I’m on autopilot.
I can never fail because at the end of the day it would resolve itself.
Doesn’t that become boring? Ralph Lauren was borin until I wore em.

Sorry. What are we talking about?

You guys watched the Olympics? Shit was cool as fuck.

Found myself awake in the middle of the night getting incredibly high watching table tennis.
France was going crazy on the swimming portion.
We killed that shit when it came to track.
Patriotism was at an all time high.
That shit immediately died once it ended.
I’ll serve crack before I serve for this country.

Okay back to the shenanigans.

Serendipity is when accidents happen for a reason.

I read somewhere that said those type of accidents is like looking for your house keys and instead you find the lighter you were looking for last night.
Synchronicity is like a universal click.

Okay lemme dumb it down.

You ever think to yourself, “Wow, I haven’t had a taco in so long.” and then you get home and boom, mom is making tacos.

An old friend randomly comes across your mind and you randomly run into that person later that day.
Now what if that is happening to you everyday?

What would you call that?
Is that just me experiencing life or am I having an intimate moment with something greater than myself?
Some people experience this with numbers.
You see the same number all day everyday.
I’m pretty sure I talked about how me and déjà vu are fucking.

There’s definitely a connection somewhere.

Watch me fucking die in the wackiest way possible.
On some Final Destination type shit.

Oh please send me some recipes.

I wanna engage in cooking more.

I would love to have some sort of hidden talent before I die.
I should learn how to play an instrument.
There’s a cave at the edge of the forest, don’t go in there.
The art of laundry is something that’s a little tricky to master.
The love of money can do a lot for the soul.
You ain’t been down if you think otherwise.

Inspiration is a wild thing when money is involved. When life gets to a point where I no longer need money, it probably means I bought all the childhood shit I could get my hands on.

Can you turn my shit up please? My point is that maybe we need to embrace the weirdness in our life.

Maybe we were meant to be here in this point in time. Right place, right time.

Maybe our lives are already mapped out for us and often we find ourselves in the perfect place.

Idk I don’t really give a shit like that.
I might be too hyper aware of everything that’s around me.

Instead of accepting it, I tend to question it and report on it.

If that’s the case then we truly have no free will cause we already did this and all we’re doing is repeating it.

Coincidence maybe or could be the universe trying to align itself back?
Impossible to change course because something would pull us back in the right direction.

That’s my Ted Talk.
Life is a prank and God is a jokester.
Drink water and enjoy the ride.
Life is gonna throw a curve ball at you.

Laugh in its face because God thinks this shit is funny.
Wow what a doozy.
Aight I’m out this bitch.

I love you. Always. 

Don’t Forget to Breathe, My Nigga.

July 29, 2024

Sometimes life is quite literal and straightforward.

I don’t know.

Everyone makes decisions and choices based on where they are in life.
Everyone isn’t the same and with that said, breathe.
Keep doing that until you realize it’s not that serious.

White people were made from a garage lab experiment gone wrong.
We tried to create a cure for the common cold and ended up created cancer.
Escaped by sewer and colonized the world we currently have today.

If I go missing, you know why.

But back to what we were talking about, I can only speak on my own experiences.
Do whatever the fuck you want. But don’t be dumb.

You do so much and experience so much all at once, sometimes you forget to breathe.

Ah, there’s that milkshake I ordered.
Oh…you wanted one?
What do you mean I didn’t offer it?

And now you understand life right?

Stop expecting a fucking handout, bum ass nigga.

Make your own options. It is not hard nor does it take any extra time for an idea to come to life.

“Life hard, but I go harder” - Vince Staples

Anyways…consider me the lil devil on your shoulder telling you to do fun shit.
So when you decide to go for another shot, thank me.

When’s the last time you did something for you?

Don’t think for too long.

When’s the last time you went missing to go have a good time?

You know what I hate?

I hate a “move in silence ass nigga who moves with a bell around their neck”.
You know the ones who swear up and down that they’re making some amazing moves and not broadcasting it to the world, but at the same time will go live and explain their 200 step plan?

Super long and mad specific.
If the shoe fits, lace them hoes up and fuck off.

Comparison is our wholehearted participation in the happiness of others.
It is the sympathetic joy we feel for somebody else, even when their positive experience does not involve or benefit us directly.

In other words, I just came from watching you smile.
That’s all me.
I get off from watching you be happy.
It doesn’t have to be about sex.

You found a dollar on the floor? I’m thrilled for you.
I’m honored to be apart of this experience with you.
All I want is for you to be the best version of yourself
Biggest cheerleader in the room.
Even if you don’t recognize yourself, I’ll be there to push you on the right path.

We up as fuck baby. Okay, I’m out of time. I gotta do some science shit.

There isn’t a day that goes by where I’m not thinking about you. I love you. Always.

July 16, 2024

I WANT TO MOVE TO NYC

I’ve been selfish lately.
I was having too much fun and forgot about my job.
It was time for me to finally go back to work. So here I am clocking in and shit. I don’t feel obligated to this, it’s more like a calling.

If I don’t do this, something bad is gonna happen.

I got my cloak on with my wand strapped and shit.

I was spending stupid amounts of money on dumb shit and touching grass outside.
I went somewhere unfamiliar as fuck and it sparked my soul. That was corny as fuck. Not gonna lie.

Where are the hand towels with the fancy embroidery? I think deep down we all wish that someone can save us.
But the tough pill we gotta swallow is that nobody gives a fuck. Save yourself.

My only responsibility is my other half. Other than that, idk what did Jack do? Grab on to some debris and hope some white bitch doesn’t kill you.

I don’t travel often.
I don’t like leaving my bed.
But when I do, I like to keep it pretty simple.

That was a lie.
I went to NY and got fucked up every day.

But the part that’s interesting is that it felt normal.
Almost coded to be something that is done on the regular.
Kinda like deja vu. Instead of it feeling like a repeated action, it felt like this is something that I’m supposed to be doing.
On a different timeline, I’m probably a New Yorker or some shit.
Everything almost felt like home.

NY could never be LA.
But y’all are getting there.

Is there a right way of starting your 30s?

Do I need to buy some cookout sandals?
Do I need to throw away my graphic tees and stock up on button ups?
Do I need to worry about my 401k?
Do I need to cut my hair like my dad?
At first, I was not looking forward to it, but honestly I think it’s best to embrace it.
I mean it’s not like I got a choice either.
But you know what, I need all my 30 something’s to squad up.

We’re going to Chili’s.

Fuck it.

I was gonna chill, but I gotta say something: NY za is not good.

Yall niggas need different hobbies.
Niggas are gonna flood my shit talkin about “oh you gotta stop fucking with the dispo”.

Nah ya cunt.

I tried street and dispo weed.

Both of yall can fuck off.
Sprayed weed is not the wave gang.

Also why the fuck did it take me an hour to find a good wood?

Gah damn, niggas ain’t got loose leaf?

Anyways…I tried my hardest not to seem like a tourist.
I got on the train illegally, I called someone a dickhead and randomly got rained on multiple times.

AYE ONE MORE THING!

I didn’t see a single fucking New York rat while I was out there.

Are yall niggas lying?
Is that shit a myth?
Magical shit went down out there.

Should definitely do a roadtrip across the country.
Avoiding Tennessee of course.
Thats literally where white people were created.

I’m out of time, but next time we’ll talk about how white people were made in a garage from an experiment gone wrong.

I love you. Always.

August 1st, 2023

God Has A Terrible Sense Of Humor

Hi.

Have you took the time to dance today?

I’ve been shaking some ass to some jazz. Go ahead and give me a lil spin. Stunning. Anyways, let me get these outta pocket things out.

There’s more to life than lemon pepper chicken.

Please do better for yourself. What else? Cake pie. Can you bake a cake in a pie? Or a pie in a cake? These thoughts haunt me.

Some of these old niggas need that good ole euthanasia. What the fuck is going on here? Why is it so hard to find a good calzone? Shits crazy. Wolves don’t even howl at the moon. Shit broke my heart.

This adulting thing is crushing my soul.
My spending habits are too chaotic to be a responsible adult.

I love clothes and how you can put shit together. But not on you.

Who let you out the house looking like that?
Oh boy, here I go being a disappointment again.

There’s this thing my dad once told me about burning bridges.
He said to never end connections and relationships on a bad note.
Cause then you’ll have regrets.

But my dad doesn’t know I’m having fun with the shit.
I wanna be around people that can put me on.
You seen that one Carti video?

I’m only around people that care about animal cookies.

I’ve been reading different theories about the meaning of life.
Hedonism, Stoicism and  Existentialism.
“Hedonists believe that pleasure and happiness are intrinsically valuable, and pain and sadness are disvaluable.”

Live life to the fullest.
Do more of the things that make you happy.
You should avoid the things that bring you pain.

Obviously.

Stoicism is about overcoming the things that are only in your control.

Yeah shit happens, but what are you doing to get over them?

How you pick yourself up is what will give your life strength.

Don’t be pussy.

Existentialism is my favorite.

The actions and moves you make in life give it meaning.

Free will and having the ability to pick and choose how your day will turn out. Really self discovery.

Going out into the world and finding yourself.
This shit is really interesting to me.
Life is really like a game of Jenga.
No reaction can happen without an action.
If you fall, stack that shit back up.
Is it time to goof off yet?

Breaking News:
Man murders wife because and I quote “She wouldn’t take a pic of my fit”.
Back to you, Tom. There’s something in the air.

Why didn’t anyone else compliment you today?
Let me be the first, second and third.
You look good.
Give me another twirl.
Wow.
Stunning.
Breathtaking.
God took his time making you.
Okay, take a seat.
You need any parking validation?

Don’t even worry about. Yours is free.

The rest of you hoes better pay.

And just like that, I’m out of time.
I wish I could stick around, but the bat signal just came on.

The city needs me, shawty.

July 23rd, 2023

All Words Are Made-Up Words

Hello.

It’s me again.

Where did the time go?

I thought we were driving to the airport?

No amount of money could make me change. Well, maybe a million animal cookies.

The sun brings me back to life. True sun seeker.

Anyways, I’m a little upset at everyone right now.

“Why are you upset, Maurice?”

Did you know that the rules to uno come in every box?

Stop making up shit.

People who make house rules are the ones who suck at playing.
It’s just an L. Not a dick, so don’t take it so hard. I got the rules to uno in my notes app cause I take uno very seriously.
Come correct or get hit with this draw four.

On a more serious note, I’m here today to talk about hands. Have you thanked your hands today?

They do so much for you on a daily basis.
Clap it up for them.

We on a flight to Fiji right now.

I got my feet kicked up on the back of some broke nigga’s chair.

There is something that’s been on my mind.

Our hands.

Is everyone born ambidextrous?

Like in reality we could write with both, but we just pick the hand that’s more comfortable? Is it genetics?

The dominant hand was passed down from our mom or dad?

Do we decide our dominant hand before we are born? Or is it based on pure coincidence or the environment we are raised in?

Are we born this way or do we have a choice?

You think characteristics are that way as well?
Are we born this way or does our environment shape and mold us?

Could be both.

I wonder if in a different reality, are we different from our actual selves or we just make slightly different decisions.

Murphys Law states that whatever could happen, would happen.

Maybe writing with my left hand is just comfortable for me?

Or I could’ve just picked something up with my left hand and then ran with it?

Sometimes shit just happens.

Not realizing that it could affect us and our surroundings.

Make your next move your best move.

It could change you for better or for worse.

Enough about that.
Bananas are special.
Add that shit to anything, fucking gas.

Where da banana bread at? I love the way you tell me to get my shit together.

I don’t wanna be rude, but you’re too close. Three steps back.

I wanna talk about all these chickens, but I’m outta time.

Don’t forget to breathe.
Also stretch before engaging in any physical activity.
And call your grandparents. They miss you.

July 9th, 2023

Jazz Music
&
Peach Iced Tea

The magic man has returned. In order to become a magic man, you need to learn how to get shit done. Us magic men? Oh, we make shit work.

Whatever the task is.

No matter the cost.

How much can you roll with an 8th?

That tells me a lot about your work ethic.

Don’t touch my animal cookies.

These aren’t for you. I don’t like to share.

Uber drivers really be thinking they know better than the map.
Nigga, take me home and stop playing.
I don’t know, man.
You gotta stop dressing like that.
I am what you call an accessory.
I compliment her outfit.
She’s the real star.
I’m just here for the ride, ya know?

Plus one gang. Lenny, don’t eat that. It’s not ripe yet. Wait, don’t eat that either. Here, man. It’s a pop tart. What do you mean you don’t like strawberry? Brown sugar? What are you, 65? Oh, hello. I didn’t know you would be here again. What are you doing to prevent your self-destruction? How are you suppressing your bad habits?

I currently got my bad habits handcuffed in my closet.

That nigga hasn’t eaten in weeks.

I’m trying my hardest to become the person I strive to become.
I live too spontaneous to crash.

Move Margret.

You’re in my damn way.

I need to go pick up the food.

Yes, the driver is outside. What? A tip? I don’t have cash. Give him a jacket? For what?

It’s not even raining and the sun is up! Why would you think he needs one?

Okay, let’s hope it fits or I’m going to look ridiculous.

Procrastinating is my main opp. He likes to spin the block at the worst time.

But it’s okay. I’m always prepared.
My mind tends to skip a lot.
Forward and backwards.
Sorry in advance.
Sometimes I move too fast and I forget to live in the present.

You ever feel like a time traveler? Like a case of long spaced déjà vu?

Where you know what’s gonna happen before it even happens, but you still play the role to see if the outcome is the same?

Like what if you were to know it was a déjà vu before the key moment was to play out?

Are we truly living out our past lives?

Is time really man made or is it something that happens unknowingly?

Were we meant to be in that moment?

Now what if I were to tell you that almost every day feels like déjà vu?
Not reoccurring moments.

These are new memories, but I’m certain I’ve done this before.
I must conduct further research before reaching a verdict.

Sometimes I like to flush before I pee to race the toilet. The little things.

I’m at the age where high school is getting kinda fuzzy. I’m only 28.

Also we gotta stop glorifying high school. To be honest, my greatest memories from high school so happened to be after school. So I can tell you there wasn’t anything special about that shit.

Damn, I’m out of time. I gotta go.

July 9th, 2023

I Fucking Love Apple Sauce

Hello.

I woke up on ten so we up as fuck right now.

It’s hot as fuck in here.

I just looked around my room and got pissed.
I just want more than what I already got.
Of course, I want money, but I like owning shit.

The thought of just having stuff.
I enjoy buying physical items. Not clothes or jewelry.
I like collecting shit. I don’t believe in reselling. Unbox all my shit.

I still collect cds and vinyls. I don’t even own a record player.
I should change that.
I just want more things so I can say, “Oh, I have that at home”.
I be buying the box sets to all my favorite shows.
Cause Netflix isn’t always going to have them.
Gotta be five steps ahead.
I got the fucking box set to The Oblongs.

None of you niggas can tell me shit.

There is so much more out there, man.
My house is filled with random grails.

I really do this shit for me, ya know?
Lil Maurice didn’t have this fun shit when he was growing up.

I literally had to go out and buy my own shit.
I want that for y’all.

I want y’all in a position where you can buy all the shit you couldn’t have back when you were younger.

Dawg, I’ve been buying legos, toys and movies.
This shit truly brings me joy.
Go out and make that inner child bounce off the wall.

Also…stop dressing like that.
Ladies, turn to your significant other and fix his outfit. It’s distracting.

Where was I?

Ahhh, yes.
I want more than what I already got.

I want it all.

Fuck settling for less.

I strive for an abundance of animal cookies and good food.

Ya know how we have the ability to explore space and travel to nearby planets and moons? How come we never travel up? Sorry if that’s confusing.

But like if you look at it from a 2D perspective, traveling to our moon or even mars would be traveling left or right.
But like what’s above and below?

Would we eventually exit out of our galaxy?

Would we discover something new?
These are the important questions that keep me up at night.
Like seriously, what’s an efficient way to tie your shoes?

Do you know how many different kinds of knots there are? 
Also why do people call it red koolaid?
Do you know how many red flavors there are?
Can you be fucking specific?

You tell me red, imma think tropical punch cause cherry is garbage.
You like apple sauce?
God damn that shit is like crack.
Speaking of crack, can I tell you something super outta pocket?

Just hear me out before you swing on me, okay?
Okay, from a drug perspective crack is considered a good drug cause it does its main purpose: gets you high.
Yeah, it’s bad for you.
But like any other drug, it gets the job done.
I just thought I’d share.

I’m not saying go out and smoke crack.

Don’t be fucking stupid.
I’m just saying that the meaning of good drugs and bad drugs are blurred simply based on its efficiency.

Now that we got that out the way.

Let’s talk about the importance behind…oh shit, I’m out of time.
I gotta run. I’ll see ya later.

July 4th, 2023

Okay, so boom…

What do you like to do for fun? That’s a pretty simple question.

I enjoy watching movies and shit. Nothing special. I use to be outside a lot, but then I just got use to being at home. Got everything I need, ya know?

Did you know the bathroom is the best place to dance? There’s this nice lake somewhere far as hell. I go there often with the homies.
Felt great being outside. I really needed that. There are so many rocks outside. Holy shit. Anyways…my frustration is that doing fun shit isn’t putting money in my pockets. That’s work. Work is not fun. When fun becomes work…rocks, rocks, rocks.

At what point does a rock become a boulder?

Obviously, we know what a fucking mountain is. Wait…hold on. Is a boulder just a big rock? Okay, but like I mean the size. That doesn’t matter.

What does matter is you. You look great, man.

I don’t mean to be upfront, but does everyone else in here know you gracefully walked in here looking so pretty. Stop it. You’re distracting me.

Don’t be out here liking shit just because the next person likes it too. I could have said that in a nicer tone. I’m sorry. I want to be proud of you, but it’s hard.

But like seriously, what do you like to do for fun? What do you listen to?

Where do you like to shop at? Simple questions. But nigga don’t lie to me

. You like weird shit? I like that weird shit too. I like to dance in my house to jazz music. Ask my neighbors.

I’ll blast that shit like it just dropped. Been listening to a lot of Bossa Nova Jazz.

There’s this Star Wars album you really gotta listen to. Anyways…what are we talking about? Ah, yes. Rocks. Is there a size metric for rocks?

I really need to know or else we’re gonna be here all night. You’re not gonna fucking believe this shit, dude. There’s a fucking size metric for rocks. Okay, okay okay.

“A boulder is defined as any rock larger than 16” in diameter.” - Some Nigga.

Well, we learned something new.

I encourage everyone to do something new.
Do something weird.
Do something out of the ordinary.

Part your hair to the left instead of the right. Switch it up every now and then.

What the fuck was that one Drake verse? "I’m here for a good time, not a long time.” No one is keeping score. Like for real. Think about it.

We really in this bitch. None of it matters or all of it does. I’m the greatest astrophysicist of our generation. Is it true? I would hope so.

I’m sure you’re like, “Why is this nigga tryna tell me what to do?”

I’m not your mom so you don’t gotta listen to me. I

just want better for everyone including myself. And the rocks too.

I hope I ended the boulder and rock discrimination.

I hope you’re out there doing what you love. I hope you get paid for it.

When work becomes fun again…call me. Yeehaw.