Tupac Shakur

Forgive however short and ill-worded this might be, but this has been on my sleepless, wayward, funked up and spastic mind lately:

Tupac was an incredible human being.

I remember being at Mallams' place the day we found out he died.  Forgive me, but I remember people cheering.  Honest to God, people cheered.  I was unfamiliar with anything about the world at that time as were all the surrounding folk, but I'll never forget that moment.

I will never reach a point where I underatand how imortant he was to so many people and what he meant to the world.  Not only as an artist or an activist or a thug or a menace, but just as an intelligent human being who-like everyone-came off misunderstood more than one would hope.  And on one hand, I praise him.  On the other, I may be totally off.  I know he had his troubles with the law and with  the media and with other human beings and I'm sure he did his lot of wrong, but so did Kurt Cobain.  Or John Lennon.  Or Lou Diamond Phillips.  The people that we hold up as statues of our ideals also fucked things up.  But so do I.  And so do you.  And so does everyone else.  But if you're waiting for a flawless hero, well I tell you, Bro, you better be patient.

Anyway, that's this.  Also, Korea.

Check Yo'Self,

-LS^2