The Backpack

I always roll with a backpack on, always have. No, I'm not a Backpack Rapper. No, I'm not selling drugs. No, I'm not selling bootleg DVDs.

Back in the day, I rolled with it because I always had somewhere to go after school. Now, I carry it because I'm always grinding, and don't have a car. The backpack is now the Grand Cherokee backseat... in some ways.

The contents:

• Modem
• Laptop
• Camera
• Keys
• Books
• Beach Clothes and towel (optional)

Sh*t Roosters Say

If you live in Honduras, or a Latino neighborhood in Los Angeles, you probably live within earshot of chickens. More specifically, roosters. A rooster crowing is something I will never get used to. That sound has to be on a list with anything Janice Litman and Gilbert Gottfried say, nails screeching across a chalkboard and Sh*t Girlfriends Say coming out of your girlfriend's mouth. It wouldn't be so bad if they were only boisterous at the crack of dawn, as is portrayed in cartoons. In reality, they can and will make noise at any time of day. Not the best background noise to have blaring through your window during skype meetings, or pillow talk. I'm assuming the latter, I wouldn't know anything about that these days.

Not really related, but check out this video of the hot chicks next door.