Warriors head coach Steve Kerr is one of my heroes. But his recent quote conceding to corporate values had me asking what’s happening?! Maybe that’s why ChatGPT made him look so grim in this here illustration.

S&P 500 corporations sin way worse than Smoke and Stack from Sinners—and the Smokestack Twins stayed booked and busy in that department.

I thought BlackRock sounded like an awesome company because I love both blacks and rocks, but turns out it’s a mega predatory corporation that collapes communities. 

Until recently, I was way more focused on capturing photos of my kids for the ‘gram than on actually being present as a parent.

I saw Stevie Nicks in concert, and while I loved the show, I’m still wrestling with the reality that she somehow sounded better live—at seventy-seven—than she did on the studio recordings from her prime.

Instead of protesting, I lead with my heart and choose love.

Sike! I don’t regret not voting for Kamala one bit, as I believe she would’ve been a way worse president than Trump, who also didn’t get my vote.

I’m so greedy that if was a cartoon I’d be Greedy Smurf.

Jam me up, and I’ll coin a term then turn you into a cautionary tale—just like the Karen who works for my landlord and threatened to not renew my lease on some racish bs.

Somehow, Halloween got even more absurd than the 6–7 craze sweeping the nation.

I won’t let President Trump starve me out and keep me down. Because I would really, really love to stick around.

Just like that, the Trump Administration cut off SNAP benefits, the formal name for food stamps, leaving 42 million people scrambling to eat.

The writing’s on the wall, yet folk act like they can’t read. Now I know how Noah must’ve felt.

So many folks rail against corporatism while quietly profiting from it…(Ja Rule voice) “Oh I’m, feelin’ like ya livin’ a…double life.”

Till I collapse corporatism, I’m spillin’ these j’essays as long as you feel ‘em.

Like my man MJ, I’m starting with the man in the mirror and asking him to change his ways. Sha’mone!

Don’t wait for Queen Bey to upgrade u. Partner, let me show you how to upgrade yo’self.

What started off as a fun family geocaching outing ended with my oldest boy and me hunting my youngest down like Gary Busey and a host of B-movie baddies hunted down Ice T in the '90s camp classic, Surviving the Game.

An impromptu roadie with a dear friend and two new ones who busted out of prison had me dreaming of British pub fare. 

I slipped and fell on a hike with my kids— and landed on a semi-coherent theory of this three-dimensional experience we’re sharing.