Tuesday, March 3, 2015

The Ryan (Slo Chem) Report - Album Review

So, when you sit and think about it, there are very few instances in life where you can say “Yo, that’s my man’s and them, I was there in the beginning, no bullshit!” There are several reasons for this, the most glaring is that most of us haven’t expanded our social circle enough to meet any interesting and talented people. In other cases, people just don’t have enough belief in the people around them that have a dream. Can you imagine how the now incarcerated Bobby Smhurder’s homies and family felt when they first heard “Hot Nigga” on Hot 97? I’ve had this sensation on four different occasions, the most notable of which is my cousin Jamal Williams of the San Diego Chargers and Denver Broncos, a five time Pro Bowl Nose Tackle. I was there when he didn’t play any organized sports ... When he was a squirt. I say all of that to say I’m sure that I’m on the ground level AGAIN with an up and coming talent: The Never Silver Spoon Fed or NSF.

Back in the warmer months my peeps Ryan and Renee were on the deck, on a Sunday, while I was grilling. During which the subject of hip-hop came up and the debate raged. Who’s better? Biggie or Pac? Who’s the best Wu-Tang MC? Did Kim write her own rhymes and so on. As he departed, he mentions to me that he’s going to send me a few tracks to listen to so he could get an old-head’s perspective. “Word? Okay, Dope ... No doubt! Here’s my email.”, I said. Nevertheless, he sent me the tracks and I wrote a short piece ( http://hedonisticrantings.blogspot.com/2014/08/hip-hop-isnt-dead-its-just-being-held.html ), well 1.5 paragraphs. In the interim I’ve since received the entire track-listing and tracks for the forthcoming LP -- Ryan (Slo Chem) is a man of his word. So here we go...

Let me kick it off by saying for a new, relatively unknown, crew the production is pretty damn good throughout the majority of the album; it’s far more crisp and polished from the original product I received. One would be able to tell that these kids put a ton of time into getting it right. I somewhat enjoyed the intro to the album, but I couldn’t escape the feeling that it gave me. Perhaps it is just me but it felt the MC was rushing through track as if the vocals are in contention with the beat. Don’t get me wrong as these kids can MC and have a genuine grasp on how to construct a song. They aren’t on that Migos, Chief Keef trap/drill bullshit, the guys can really flow. Take the track “Light it up” dope hook, excellent production, and well above-average flow. They hit the nail on the head and it should be the lead single and followed-up by “Parking Lot Kisses” for the ladies and simps of the listening community -- it’s truly a dope track. But as De La Soul and The Native Tongues would say, “HOLD UP, WAIT A MINUTE” [ Ref: Buddy / 3 Feet High and Rising], then we have a track like “Torn” that makes you put your Grey Goose and Pineapple down and say “What the fuck just happened?!”, the track sounds misguided and chaotic. I cram to understand where they were going with the production AND flow. *sighing* But wait, there are also fun tracks like as “Border Jumping” which needs more bass for more dynamics and “Paula Deen” which is an original title for an original jam. I have to say they’ve blessed us with a track titled “Changes” which would be the byproduct if “99 Problems” and any of Odd Future’s recordings had a love child which is a good thing.

So, after extensive listening I would conclude NSF has given the hip-hop community a solid effort. I don’t like putting stars and numbers on shit, either the record is good or it’s trash. Period. Some tracks are better than others, and then others are far better others ( “TORN” / “WAKE UP”) but you gotta start somewhere, right? Look, from what i heard this album is better than a lot of the bullshit they’re playing on WPGC and Hot 97 in New York. These cats with some more hard work are gonna go far and I’m gassed to know I’m ground-level with them.

Atticus Bojangles

Twitter: @Just_KrisBoogie

IG: FreakazoidPat

Friday, January 16, 2015

HATERS GONNA HATE: PEST CONTROL

If you are successful, you have to accept one thing: Haters.

The moment you start doing well, you are going to find that there are jealous people who have nothing better to do than spend their time trying to shame you.
For whatever reason, there is a percentage of the population that finds joy in pointing out faults in others. Something about their mentality is so screwed up that they will spend almost every waking moment focused on other people’s business.
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The more successful you are, the harder they will work to knock you down, because your success is an affront to their own failure.
Perhaps at one time in their life these haters had potential, but for whatever reason they miserably failed. Most of these guys in a previous era would have been relegated to sitting in the street while picking lice out of their hair and throwing their shit at people passing by.
Many of them will be famous in the future for being the crazy guy everyone talks about and wonders how he ended up in an insane asylum after being caught chasing down cats thinking he was a Chihuahua.
The internet and facebook has unfortunately given these guys a forum to speak out and be heard.

The first thing to remember about haters is that no one really takes them seriously. They create drama and often are extremely abusive, but that’s about it. While sometimes their obsessiveness crosses the line to stalking, most of them are just harmless people who have nothing better to do. It’s good to remember that 99% of them are not successful at anything, and their life sucks. They want to prove they are doing ok and that they could be successful by attacking others who are much more successful and pointing their flaws. They deep down inside want to be the people they attack, which is why they obsess over them like a jaded lover.

We all know who they are in real life: they are the guy or gal who wont stop talking about how much money they made, how they know so many famous people but they always need a loan, always need a place to stay, and always, always, are looking for new job or career. Nothing ever works out for them because they are never focused on doing well but always focused on other people’s shit instead of their own.


So most of the time, its important to just ignore the haters. It really doesn’t matter what they say or if they get it. Focus on building your business and success and ignore the attempt of the crazies to throw crap at you. If you don’t respond, most of the time the haters will either disappear into oblivion or find another person to be obsessed with.
Focus on those who get what you are doing and ignore those who don’t.

Sports Agent Scott Boras said, “If you are really effective at what you do, 95% of the things said about you will be negative. Keep your head on straight, don’t get emotional, take the heat, and just make sure your clients are smiling.” Simply put, if you are doing things right, people are going to go after you and criticize you. No one goes after failures, because no one cares what they are doing. Your haters probably don’t have anyone attacking them, because they aren’t doing anything remotely successful except annoying the shit out of people.

Perhaps the most important thing I’ve read about haters is to ignore what anonymous, hidden people say. According to Adam Gnade, “Anonymous” is not a real person. “Anonymous” is disappointment, weakness fighting back, and envy at its worse. The people who talk shit and complain and stick their nose in your business on the internet don’t hate you, they hate themselves.”

Lastly, if you want to be successful, do not expect everyone to like you. General Colin Powell said that, “Trying to get everyone to like you is a sign of mediocrity.” There are two types of people that everyone loves, strippers and the guy who takes your order at McDonald's.
So unless you are planning on wearing pasties and working at Macombo Lounge or saying, “How can I help you?” to everyone, you better accept haters as a part of success. No bullshit. 

Your Old Pal,

Atticus Bojangles (A.K.A Kris, Pat, The Hedonist, Daddy Longstroke, DC Slim, Da Plumber, Uptown Pat, GQ Shorty, and whatever else) 

Instagram: FreakazoidPat 

Twitter: Just_KrisBoogie

Email: KrisWDC@outlook.com

Tuesday, November 25, 2014

Marion Barry...

So everyone has had their say about the great Marion Barry. *sighing* I'm dating myself but who cares? Marion Barry's story is almost Shakespearian, his tragic flaws were many BUT he served the city for 16 years...FOUR TERMS...AS MAYOR! It's a story about race and class as as it is about his personal charisma. The cat was so big, so excessive. It's very telling. We will never see another. He came from a divided Washington (which was very poor at the time, not the Gallery Place you see now. We used to trick there) and became our champion ... "The lost, the last, and the least" as he called us. Imagine if there was social media then? Marion REFUSED to conform to the EXPECTATIONS of politicians and popular beliefs. MB came from a civil rights background which essentially gave him street cred. He started out as a street agitator and went from a dashiki to a freaking suit -- that would be impossible today to so do and keep his credibility. Consider this: MB was voted-in BY WHITE WASHINGTON (not Ward 8 or anyone across the Sousa Bridge) initially. The Washington Post ENDORSED HIM his first term. He was several different mayors. Washington's Darling. The fucking mayor of K. Street. Remember, before MB MOST of downtown DC was burned-out shells, no shopping, tricking, Four Dudes, Cavaliers, Bullets Games. Nothing. Lest we forget the riots of '68. It's the MLK Library for a reason and Marion Barry put the damn thing there. He started the revitalizing of DC, don't get it fucked up. All those pretty big-butt white chicks with flip-flops, shades, and red-hair you see walking down 7th Street in June is because of Barry -- he brought white and Jewish investors back into downtown DC. I credit everything in my fucking life besides AUNT HONEY (MOMMA) to his most brilliant and UNPRECEDENTED move ... The Summer Youth Employment Program. 

Me and Derek Lovelace copped gigs at Clark Elementary I think. Barry singlehandedly put the work-spirit into a skinny, awkward, non-dressing bamma like me. Now I only ride German thanks to Marion Barry. There is practically no one who was born '71 forward who doesn't owe their careers to Marion Barry. FUCK HARVEY LEVIN AND TMZ. REAL TALK. Let's ponder this: Would there be a Mitchellville, Half-Note, Grace's, or an AFFLUENT Prince George's County full of well-heeled snobby negroes like myself without Marion Barry? Get the fuck outta here. Side note ~~> If Barry was Mayor during the time Pratt-Kelly was mayor ( her daughter had a FAT ass, worked in Benneton at Mazza Gallerie) the Redskins would be playing IN DC instead of that dump they call FedEx Field. Barry "walked the walked" and enriched everyone around him. My girl, Chelz (@isis360), tells a story about some lames she and her peeps were dating didn't believe she was down with MB. She told the negro to make a right at the corner, pulled-up and Barry came out and kicked-it with all of the kids. Real nigga style. Think about it: Mayor Kelly lived Uptown On 16th Street, Mayor Williams lived in Foggy Bottom, I can't remember the bald-headed, light-skin cat who brought everyone iPhones but he lived west of 16th Street. Barry lived as a pauper in SE DC... IN THE HOOD with the people. Barry steered FEDERAL MONIES into black businesses throughout the city which, in-turn, created the most affluent black suburb in the entire fucking United States of America -- Prince George's County. Check the facts. Upper Marlboro, Bowie (Woodmore North and South, Fairwood? We getting it), Mitchellville, Clinton. Negro what?

 All because of Barry. Barry was, if nothing else, effective. He struck fear in his peers. He pushed his agenda for the poor blacks through Congress as well as the city council. Fuck what ya heard. Barry was far more powerful than Congresswoman Norten (and I love her too!). Through all of his flaws, his addiction to wine, women, and song, Barry never enriched himself. He was for the people. He was a terrible manager of his own life, but an amazing manager of Washington, DC. We are newly gentrified but it wasn't on MB's watch. I'm signing-off until Monday minus check-ins. Be Peace. :-P 

Wednesday, October 8, 2014

The Check's In The Mail: WHY THE NATIONALS ARE WORST THAN THEREDSKINS...


Here we go again. The Nats strike-out of the playoffs; the bullpen collapses; and "we have a bright future" ... "This is a stepping stone". Bullshit. Have we forgotten October 2012 and the debacle that was the 2013 season -- The SPORTS ILLUSTRATED COVER? The Nationals actually are more disappointing than the Washington Football Team (Man, that recent Southpark episode was EPIC!) and share an uncanny resemblance to the Washington Capitals. I see the Nationals becoming the the Chicago Cubs while the Orioles going in a Detroit Tigers direction if these sort of subpar Octobers become a running theme. 

Lets all be honest with ourselves and our fellow Washingtonian sports fans: No one expected the Redskins to be good this season let alone go to the Superbowl. Of course you have your delusional "die-hard" fan who thinks year after year we are playoff contenders. You know that guy in the office who has his cubical decked-out in burgundy and gold with the Doug Williams screensaver? Yeah, that guy ... the same guy who runs the office football pool who hounds you the buy your squares early every week. Cats like Mr. Redskin always have us in the running, but the more sensible fans knew we weren't going to be shit this season. Well, we knew the Superbowl was out of the conversation. Look, Orakpo has been injury-prone, overrated, and underachieving since he entered the league (Kerrigan is FAR better). Our defensive scheme doesn't fit our personnel (the 4-3 scheme is a better suited defense). Desean Jackson isn't earning his fat salary and has been somewhat of a letdown. And, lastly, RGIII is looking as if he may become a huge bust for what Daniel Snyder gave to acquire this guy. I know he got injured and things take time to pan-out given the nature of his injury. All I'm saying is RGIII looked like shit in preseason and BEFORE he got hurt THIS season. Lastly, as long as Dan Snyder owns the team we can expect mediocre results at best. Anywho, I flew-off on one and you have my apologies, cadets. I mentioned all of those things to re-enforce my theory that we never thought the Washington Football Team was any good to begin with, but we did have playoff aspirations for the Nationals and held them in high regard.

Honestly, the Nats are the better-looking younger cousin of the Washington Capitals and here's why: For nearly a decade the Capitals have teased us during the regular season with great promise and playoff-like game play, only to get to the playoffs and choke. If they aren't blowing three-game SERIES leads, they are blowing 3-point GAME leads and ultimately get kicked-out of the playoffs in grand style. Now think to the collapse in 2012 and this October's collapse and tell me these two don't share the same father, or they aren't at least first cousins. Okay, don't get me wrong as I love all of the home teams, but all of this "stepping stone", "building for the future", "We learned a lot this season" is bullshit...complete bullshit. Of all of the shit they learned during the season they never learned how to win when it counts. The Nationals haven't learned to refrain from reading their own press until after they hoist the World Series Trophy. Let's just hope that our beloved John Wall and his Wizards (Bullets) don't pull this same stunt.

Atticus Bojangles (Kris Clever or Pat)

Twitter: @Just_KrisBoogie
IG: FreakazoidPat
Email: Kriswdc@outlook.com

Sunday, August 24, 2014

HIP-HOP ISN'T DEAD, IT'S JUST BEING HELD HOSTAGE (Part One)

I’m going to cover three topics in this short blog: My own humble opinion regarding why hip-hop sucks. Ryan’s (a good friend) new single and EP, and my main man E.Color’s and I Twitter/Hip-Hop Digest’s “disagreement”. I may get at King Killa also (Hip-Hop Digest Show).

Lets do it...

What do Rakim, Biggie, Chuck D, World Supreme Team, Redman, Common, Wu-Tang, Latifah, and MC Lyte ALL share? Greatness, adoration, and classic hits. Agree? Okay, so now what do Chief Keef, Wale, Soulja Boy (Tell ‘em), French Montana, Bow Wow, Migos, Odd Future, Izzy Azeala, and quite a bit of everyone you hear on WPGC nowadays share? They’re wack. Then again there are the intermediate negroes such as Drake, Snoop, T.I., Naughty By Nature, and so forth. The state of music is in-flux, radio (save for sports talk) is something most from my generation can’t listen too, we consume music as different as night and day nowadays, and hip-hop (a favorite genre for many of us) is simply down the toilet except for a lot of the good underground stuff coming out of NYC and Western Europe.

There is more than enough blame to go around just as well a great many cats to attach said blame to, but the majority of the blame must head toward the “artist” e.g. Chief Keef, Bobby Smurda, and say French Montana. Let’s take Sousa (Chief Keef’s doppelganger) for instance. Here’s a kid who doesn’t TRULY love hip-hop in any form or fashion. He didn’t study Common, Lupe Fiasco, Kanye a.k.a. MR. KARDASHIAN, Kool G, or Plug One. Chief Keef only started rapping because it was cool and it was a time-killer between house arrest stints. Trust me. This kid wouldn’t be capable of naming you three tracks off of Lupe’s first album let alone “It Takes a Nation of Millions”. Chief isn’t wack solely because he’s unfocused and his production is trash; he’s mostly wack because he’s lazy, doesn’t study the masters, takes no time to take a seat and compose a coherent rhyme, and lacks reverence for culture of hip-hop.

So what about a cat like D.C.’s own Wale? Why is a guy who has access to high-class production and a reasonably large budget wack? *sighing* I dropped a blog two years back addressing the state of DMV Hip-Hop and got my Twitter and email blown-up. Cats here in Chocolate City just loathe to hear the truth which is: DC IS SO THIRSTY TO HAVE SOMEONE “RELEVANT” ON THE RADIO THAT THEY’LL BACK ANYONE. Wale is simply not a dope MC ... The young man is wack. Now this is not to assert that Wale is a bad guy or is without talent, but I know better MC’s here in DC who aren’t making an attempt to enter the commercial scene that spit better. Wale doesn’t know if he wants to become an Ibex Go-Go Rapper or a truly dope MC, that go-go style rap cadence only works when backed by a go-go band. He’s overrated here in the city in my humble opinion.

Another glaring issue with hip-hop today is that there is no artist development by the labels anymore. Back in the day labels took time to groom an LL Cool J, Big Daddy Kane, Fugees, Tribe, and many others. Long gone are the days of an established act taking new label mates “under their wing” and “showing them the ropes”. As Pop Walker would say “Boy, the blind can’t lead the blind”,  what type of advice could Meek Mill give Wale aside from who’s the very best weed man in South Philly? Seriously. At the risk of sounding my age, you just can’t replace many of the old, reliable conventions if you desire sustainable success. But that’s the business model for hip-hop and most musical genres ... Give a kid 750k advance, surround him with 21 of his boys (long hair, skinny jeans, ass and draws hanging out, dancing with one another), shoot a video, and feed him to the wolves. If they become hot and drop ONE hot single Interscope have recouped their money as there are no big budget videos, big-budget promotion, cost-consuming artist development and such.

We can keep on about radio (Clear Channel, Ebro, Sirius, Etc.), old school vs. new school but what's the use? With the Jay-Z's and Hip-Hop Digests of the game taking the coveted 360 deals (I kid, I kid, E.Color!!!!) and Mac Miller having the independent game on smash together with those of his own ilk. The MC's in-between, and especially the underground MC's, get to be held hostage by a combination of politics, fuckery, laziness, and not being properly schooled in the art-form. Furthermore, petty squabbles and beefs don't move the culture along either. Game vs. Lil Durk, French Montana vs. Migos, Drake vs. Chris Brown ... who gives a fuck? These petty beefs detract from the quality of the music. Speaking of the quality of music, the quality of the content of the tracks we are hearing is another reason for the recent slump in ALL GENRES of music. Drake's whining, Wayne's whatever he does, and French Montana just not being capable of flowing period (yes, Wale is in a better condition ... waaaay better.)leads me to contend they aren't writing any rhymes -- everyone thinks they can "come off the top". Get the fuck outta here. We can continue but I don't have the solution, and I don't think a particular one person does. Personally, I think it's gonna get a lot worse before we consistently start hearing product of quality as we did in the 80's and 90's.


E.Color and Curt G. *sighing* man-o-man ... how are you not going to have "Fiddy" in the firm? Look, I'm not a "Fiddy" dick-rider but you cats are going on personality and not qualifications. "Fiddy's" CV can stand-up to any one of the present members of the HHD Firm. I think there's some hateration taking place in the lab. "Fiddy" should have gone into the firm before the good doctor. Two words: Vitamin Water. "Fiddy" has been living that 100mil. life for quite a while now, and his dough isn't on some #360 shit. Two more words: Diverse Ventures. "Fiddy" is getting record money, ACTING money, Vitamin Water money, headphone money, t-shirt money to name several. You can't deny his CV and portfolio, Color! He can be that joker who works from home and just gets to quarterly and emergency meetings. *laughing* The other "partners" don't have the obligation to see your boy. Y'all was on some old gang-up on Killa shit. SPEAKING of Killa, I ain't saying ... BUT i'm just saying whatever happened precisely to the PHANTOM Questionmark Asylum VINYL he was supposed show us? ...take your time, I'll wait. 

Lastly, I was blessed, by my good fellow Ryan, with the distinction of hearing one of the better EP's this summer. It's a mixture of several different styles in view of the fact that he has lived in very different regions of the states (He has a track titled PAULA DEEN!). The production is on-point and is better than a lot of the drill and trap track i hear coming out of the south and Chicago. I would say the album isn't perfectly balanced but i suppose this is due I was given a very early copy of the work. When it's finally mixed-down and engineered we will be looking at a solid product. The stand-out track is titled "Light it up" which I'm positive will bang on radio and in any club, strip joint, rented Bentley and side-piece's home in america. I will have more info on the album title and release date in the coming weeks.

Well, it's roasted chicken, cauliflower, stuffing, and iced-tea this evening along with some football (and maybe Madden) this evening. I'm back now, Cadets! All it took was for me to write one, shake-off the dust, and get the blog bug once more. I'll return next Sunday...

Be Peace and God Bless,

Atticus Bojangles (The Hedonist)

IG: FreakazoidPat
Twitter: Just_KrisBoogie (Atticus BoJangles)

http://hedonisticrantings.blogspot.com/2011/04/special-report-dcs-lack-of-thriving.html


Thursday, November 28, 2013

Tale of Two Cowards: Sammy and Nicole

Since today is the official start of the holiday season I would like to wish you all a wonderful holiday and best wishes to you and your family. I swear that this has been one heck of a year consisting of way more highs than lows. God is Good ( or whom/whatever you believe). Anywho, now that the small talk is out of the way i’ve several things i’d like to chat with you about…


Robert Greene (the GREAT Robert Greene) tells us to never submerge ourselves in another person’s petty squabbles and arguments -- always find a way to remain neutral. In some instances this can seem almost impossible to do so, especially when family is involved. I rarely, if ever, lose my cool even in the most trying of circumstances, and i’m not losing my cool presently. I will simply not allow a lame, no car, gear, or degree having, non-boxing son-of-a-ghettojersey-bitch runamuck and insult those I love. In addition, I refuse to allow his NC, overweight, Backpage.com Prositute (TRUE SHIT), sidekick/girlfriend assist him in his FB/Twitter fuckery. The pair of you aren’t actually worth the 17mins. of effort it takes to pound-out this short blog, but you need a mirror put before you in hopes of you going into introspection and reflection.


First, Samuel, you should never start quarrels with folk that know your business let alone the ability black your eye and straighten your cosmetically challenged teeth. Son, I know you and I know you reasonably well. I remember on a Friday when we first met how lame your jobless ass looked sitting on my sister’s plush leather sofa playing Rock Band. Dirty grey sweatpants (that you STILL OWN and SPORT), dirty socks, dirty white tee just looking all-around sad and dirty. I remember two weeks later you calling me copping pleas NOT to come whip your lame ass for pouring beer on my sister and abusing your wife. Remember, that was the night the Redskins beat Dallas and I kissed your wife like I SAID I would do if the Redskins won … and you did nothing as I suspected your coward ass wouldn’t. I was there when my sister got the restraining order and put your ass out of HER place and you came back with a police escort BEGGING for and Xbox and a change of clothes. Negro, you didn’t have a place to stay, tell me EXACTLY WHERE were you gonna play the Xbox? Mr. Gibson you have no knuckle game whatsoever so I cram to understand why you insist on being a Twitter gangster, Ty Strokes? I venture a guess that because you’re a coward and an abuser you have to resort to such tactics. Oh, and Samuel just because you’re not physically abusing your wife presently doesn't wipe your record clean. NEWSFLASH: Child Neglect is a form of mental abuse also. Yes! You learn something new everyday, don’t you -- well, maybe not YOUR per se.


Nevertheless, your neglect of your two boys result in mental scars that never heal and remain throughout their adult lives. These mental scars are a fast track to low self-esteem and counterproductive habits. Look, buying a kid Call of Duty and an iPod once a year isn’t support of the youngster, especially when he NEEDS A WINTER COAT AND HAS TO WEAR ONE OF MY SISTER’S NORTHFACE JACKETS. Your youngest came over to my crib and I fed him, gave him gear and FRESH KICKS, AND MONEY TO PARTY AT DAVE & BUSTERS the next day. Where was your soft, lame ass? I coached your oldest boy on interview tactics and took him to get his first job and gave him clothes for the movie theater gig. You, my morally challenged friend, wouldn’t even send him a pair of dress socks. *sighing* Alas, I’m beating a dead horse with this exercise, aren’t I? Let’s talk about YOU now, how about that? How is it a 45 year-old man in 2013 has no drivers license and roaches in his apartment? When you DO have a gig you never can manage to send your kids any dough and this perturbs all parties involved. Where’s all the temp job money going, Sammy? You don’t have a whip because you’re so far behind on support no one’s fucking with you. i.e. you can’t get a license. You’re nothing to look at and that’s because you have no gear or orthodontist (no insurance). You live in a rat’s nest of a home in PG County so where do the little nigga coins you make go, Big Pimping? That little porn company you manage is a joke because it’s dominated by your very mediocre escort girlfriend, some other fat chick, and an old white-chick (don’t get me wrong, friends … Kris loves him some white women. Ask Sharon and Mookie). My nephew makes more at his Target gig in two months than you make ALL YEAR. Stop spending your money on Xbox Points, Coffee, and Lupe Fiasco CD’s and do the right thing for once in your useless, uneventful life, B! C’mon, this is getting old, talking shit about my sister and your ex-wife on Twitter. What part of the game is that? Even if they are taunting you with the truth be the bigger man by ignoring them and doing the right thing by your five kids. You being this far behind on child support but buying video games only validates their torment of you. Are you going to be lame all of your life? Lastly, Sammy, if you have a problem you can contact me and we discuss this over some concrete and NOT on Twitter. Man-up, Sammy, and you can even bring your bitch. Speaking of your trollop…


Nicole (Mocha Ecstasy) or whatever your call yourself (what’s your name on backpage again?), who are you to speak anything harsh on ANY member of my family? You should concentrate on taking care of your own dirty-ass kids and giving them a better living environment and female role-model. What type of mother of TEENAGE BOYS brags on Twitter that she’s a felon, prostitute, porn-actress, and smokes weed -- seems like YOUR MOMMA didn’t RAISE YOU in the proper manner, that or your pops fled the scene. It’s sad but I understand the matter: He wishes your mother would have swallowed you and your siblings, as she was directed, instead of trying to be cute and changing the plan. Shit happens, Babes, unfortunately that shit turned out to be YOU. What are your already socially stagnated boys gonna think of YOU when they realize their momma is who she is today? Look, I’m the father of ALL scoundrels and I’m better than no other human-being on this earth (expect Samuel Gibson), but there’s levels to this shit. There’s a difference between a scumbag and an ABSOLUTE scumbag, which you two are. The funny thing is that, like your lame-ass boyfriend, you’re really not trying to straighten anything out -- you type what sounds good, menacing, and profound on Twitter. All talk. I’m too old to condone violence of any type, form, or fashion, but you don’t speak venom on anyone’s deceased parents without facing potential repercussions. Straight Talk. You’re not doing yourself any favor as far as looking like a proper woman, Nicole, and you’re setting an awful example going forward for your kids. Now, I know you’re gonna take to Twitter with rants, insults, and other such tomfoolerly, Fric and Frac. I would suggest that you refrain from such antics. First of all, you’re not gonna take it to the stage for real as the pair of you are Twitter Gangsters. Next, I’m smarter and more educated than the both of you combined, I live MUCH better, I make more money, I’m fresher (check my Instagram), I’m a better cook (did i say I’m smarter?), and your sucker, wife-beater of a man ABSOLUTELY CANNOT WHIP ME. Lastly, I don’t care with you say or think, and I’m gonna be a hypocrite, I say this because I AM better than the BOTH of you lames. You need each other, porn, and Twitter to justify your lowly, dead-end existence. You result to baseless insults to impress your other deviant friends and make them believe you’re something that you aren’t. Cut it out. Nicole, if you didn’t sell pussy online and video yourself giving blow jobs your own mother probably wouldn’t like you. And, Sam … well, no one likes you period. Your mother and brother are proof of that. *sighing*


Well, I sincerely hope that your holiday is peaceful, pleasant, and productive … I really do. I hope you’re angered enough to do some introspection and reflection and cut the bullshit. I don’t need or desire a rebuttal from the pair of you because i simply care. Besides, I would more than likely acquire a headache reading the shit judging by the way you write on Twitter. *laughing* God Bless (If that’s your thing).


The Hedonist

PS - Took me 24mins. but it’s all good…


PS Again - Oh, i didn't mention lame-ass Nicole BLASTED ON TWITTER she had a Chrysler 300 "brought and paid for" all the while it was some negro's ride she was tricking with. Oh, you thought I didn't know about that, huh, Mocha? *laughing* #LAMENESS

Tuesday, July 16, 2013

Misadventures of a Shit Talker -- The Saga Continues.


Dear Family (Real Family, not Overweight, Scamming, Unemployed, Human-Traffickers and others), Friends, Haters, Stalkers, Disgruntled Ex's and their overweight, big-foot girlfriends:  

Please excuse the lapse in quality material as of lately, I really haven't had much to say as of lately. Nevertheless, I do have a NEW BLOG for you to enjoy and new focus ... in other words I'M BACK! ~~~> NEW BLOG (CLEVERHIPPIEHEDONIST) 

I'll do something once a month here but the above is the new spot for laughs, advice, and slick-talk. I would get over there too ... I'm naming names, places in Bowie and other parts of Maryland, and transgressions. See ya there! 

Your Old Pal,

The Hedonist
www.twitter.com/just_kristien 
Email -- kriswdc@outlook.com

Sunday, March 31, 2013

PSA #1179 for All Religions, Races, Creeds, and Color

*SIGHING* It burns me up when when so-called "smart" people tweet/post inaccurate information to the masses in order to insult a particular group of people. It's even more annoying when this person is a belligerent, grand-standing atheist.

First, Easter isn't "based on the Egyptian God Horus", dumb-ass...Read a book for a change instead of ear-hustling at the coffee house. Easter was originally the celebration of ISHTAR the Assyrian and Babylonian Goddess of Fertility and Sex. Oh, and btw, eggs and rabbits have nothing to do with Horus, Egypt, Christ, or any resurrection. Eggs and Rabbits were (and still are) symbols of fertility and sex. After Constantine decided to take the Roman Empire the Christian route, EASTER (Ishtar) was changed to represent Jesus. True story.

Look, I don't knock what anyone does or who they pray to, peeps. Never have and never will. In my opinion, Easter like Christmas is about children and family, wine and food, warm days and make up sex ... Life's good sh*t. I find it tacky and just plain mean to attack people on their day of religious festivities because you don't believe as they do. Well, believe in nothing in your lame-ass case. It's negroes like you who shouldn't be allowed Facebook and Twitter accounts. Just because them because those Caucasian cats up north giving your slut-ass a little rhythm and running through you doesn't make you anymore attractive than when you left Chocolate City. *laughing* [End of Rant]

In other news, a new line of blogs is dropping this week "The Misadventures of a Shit-Talker" be ready. I'm baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack! :-D <3 br="">
Your Old Pal,

The Hedonist

www.twitter.com/just_kristien
Kriswdc@outlook.com





Tuesday, September 11, 2012

BABIES AND FOOLS: White Sinners and Black Saints



You see, this below is the type of hard-headed fuckery that makes me think I’m wasting my time with this whole advice column shit. Read on.

Chris,

I went to an online Christian dating service, and one of the men (who went to my church) contacted me, and we e-mailed back and forth for a bit. He was the first white guy I’ve dated. As you may want to know I’m black (you see me at Bar Louie’s and Matchbox on occasion). I got an E-mail request to text him and meet him at one of the local U. Street dives to listen to a band play. He told me he was a musician with a Jazz-type band, so I knew we had the love of music in common. I got there, and he had been drinking a bit, but I didn’t realize how much.

I found him very attractive, and I felt extremely lonely. My only daughter left that day, as she was accepted to a school in another state, and I felt very alone. He decided that he wanted to come back to my apartment. We had a nice time talking; he said some inappropriate things about his libido, but I over looked them. He then said he wanted to kiss me. We ended up in my bedroom.

Afterward, he appeared a bit cold and left. I never heard from him, so I texted him a message and he replied back to me that he was really embarrassed about what had happened, that it wasn’t like him to do something like that, and he blamed the alcohol. Although, he was able to drive home that night - go figure. He’s a P.G. County Police Officer, so be careful on the road, ladies. He told me never to mention what happened to anyone, and that he was moving on and really didn’t want to have anything to do with me again.

I was just sick, and my spirit was ripped to shreds. I only hope this person does not repeat his behavior again with any other vulnerable women. I warned him not to hurt anyone or bring his messes into the lives of innocent women. I still feel like a piece of garbage, small, vulnerable, and distraught. It just feels so horrible being used, and I am working on getting rid of the baggage from this situation. Your opinions/advice about moving on would be very welcomed, Handsome.

Nita

Two things, Nita: 

1) My name is spelled with the letter "K", my dear ... get it straight.

and

2)Are you some sort of stalker? How do you know my drinking spots, NAME, and how to find my blog? It's very unlikely -- given the fact that you're not my usual curvy, brunette, blue-eyed "type"-- but did I get drunk and fuck you too?

Nevertheless, I have to say I'm very, very disappointed in you, Nita, as it's quite safe to assume you read my blog regularly. This means that you have access to all this fucking good game that I give away and jewels I drop 24 by 7. *sighing* You should know better, Love, but if you want me to lay it out here goes.

I have several issues with your entire thought process beginning with the "Christian Dating Service" thing. What would make you think a Jesus Match.com wouldn't have dogs, players, and pimps running a muck on said site? Negroes that go to church love pussy too, and some of them like brown-eye (mostly the pastors with the muscle-shirts and finger waves). There's no doubt in my mind that 80 percent of your male congregation are single and they get their helmets polished-off just as much (or maybe more) than that cat playing golf while you're in church on Sunday and Weds. evenings. Are you hurt more so knowing you found a playa-pimp on your respected JesusMatch.com? What's Moses does thorough background checks on these cats and mails a money back guarantee and Starbucks Gift Cards to everyone? Look, honey, I know guys that patrol sites like those looking for gullible, easy young ladies like you. The name of the site means nothing, Nita, remember that. Think about it. Big white girls sign-up for bigwhitegirls.com (read: Plenty of Fish) because they feel they're gonna be more "accepted" and stand a better chance of getting a date on bigwhitegirls.com (Plenty of Fish). And slick-talking Negroes are quite abreast of this fact, so they stand post almost religiously, on said sites, seeking good chubby pussy and riches. No bullshit. 
She needs love too!

Next, I would like address the fact that you pointed out this cat was white. What does his color have to do with any of this fuckery? Doctors come in all colors and sizes, so do P.G. Cops, pedophiles, strippers, priest(pedophiles), engineers, and pimps. Now lemme get this shit straight: You met a white boy, from your church, on JesusMatch.com and somehow thought he would treat you better because he's white, knows the Ten Commandments, and has an incredible Miles Davis vinyl collection? Nita, really?

So, you go into this bar (probably Chi-Cha Lounge) to listen to some jazz with this Christian white boy and he's ALREADY fucked-up. Instead of telling him your standards scream to you that it's inappropriate for him to be lit-up before you even get there, you sit down WITH him and get smashed too! SMFH. Now this snowballs into a request to go to your crib and do what, Nita? FUCK that's what ... Old Boy wanted to fuck. Fun Fact: When a girl and guy meet at a bar to get smashed and the idea is tabled to head back to her crib, Nita, 99.9 percent of the time dude is gonna get some ass -- at the VERY least a nice blowjob if she's on her period and you're not into that sorta thing. *wink-wink* 

Where the drunken magic goes down...
Moving on, drunken nature takes it's course. He beats it up for a while then high-tails it out the door and later tells you that he wants nothing to do with you. I, personally, think Pope White Boy has a girl friend but I will go into that later...Well, to hell with it, why wait until later? Nita, either the sex wasn't good or he has a girl period. I mean, why would a county police officer risk his career driving all the way home drunk when he can lay-up with some ass all night? Huh? ...I'll wait. *glancing at watch* Anywho, you broke the FIRST RULE in online dating, Chica, which is NEVER DROP THE PANTIES ON THE FIRST NIGHT OUT. NEVER! Even if you want a fuck buddy let the joker wait until next weekend; give him something to think about and work towards. The truth is he treated you like a slut and slutted you out, Nita, BUT you put yourself in that embarrassing position. Any chance of him respecting you went out of the window when you didn't put him out the moment he told you his dick was hard. He knew he had you. I'm not gonna pile on you, love, as you already feel awful enough. What I will say is you made the mistake of not setting parameters for YOURSELF on the date. I tell my female buddies install a four-sided fence around themselves on first dates. 

Side-one: NO SEX 

Side-two: NO DRINKING IN EXCESS

Side-three: HE'S NEVER TO COME TO YOUR CRIB

Side-four: MEET INDIVIDUALLY and LEAVE SEPARATELY

This "fence" not only could potentially SAVE YOUR LIFE but it will also protect you from heartaches, illegitimate kids, angry wives, crazy baby mommas, and the embarrassment that you feel presently. Look, we all make mistakes and no one is perfect, so don't beat yourself up too much. Think about this: What would you advise your daughter who went to school out-of-state to do on a first date? Exactly. As we get older we need to be getting wiser and better not played. And, by all means, change your thought processes, Sweetie ... race and religion doesn't make a good person. I know we have our preferences in who we allow in our lives, but if you don't think shit through, you're gonna end up taking the BAD WITH THE GOOD, Nita. Hope this helps and check me at the bar one day. We'll find you someone decent. :-D

Your Old Pal,

The Hedonist
www.twitter.com/just_kristien 

Monday, August 13, 2012

BABIES AND FOOLS: CHAD JOHNSON


Wow. 2.5 more weeks and the summer is going to be a thing of the past, huh? Where does all the time go? It seems as if last week I was having a welcoming in another birthday, now I’m thinking about a Labor Day Jam. Gee Whiz...

Anywho, I am a true believer in “balance” and its place and influence in Human Civilization. But as my studies of “balance” over my adult life have taught me: The Law of Balance can be a blessing and a curse. Take a second, sit back on your sofa, in your chair at your work desk, or on that couch at Starbucks, and think for a couple of minutes about all of the people that you know with good common sense. You got a picture in mind? Okay, now I will bet you lunch at Rosa Mexicano’s that you know almost an equal amount of pathetic idiots who make decisions, that force you to scratch your head, let out a sigh and say “What the fuck?” These are and can be family members, friends, friends of friends, co-workers, or some random guy or girl from the street. I know people in my personal life that make me cringe when I think of the shit that they do and behaviors they repeat that keep them broke and in drama. A lot of you don’t know these people but some of you do so I will come back to them and give an example of someone we all know – our friend Chad “Ocho-Cinco” Johnson.

For those of you who aren’t aware of this buffoon, Chad Johnson, at one point was one of the NFL’s Top Eight wide receivers. Physically, he was (and still may be) an immense talent rivaled by very few, but Chad has never been the sharpest knife in the drawer … and the fact that he couldn’t grasp and understand the New England’s Patriots offensive scheme proves as much but that's another story. In fairness, no one ever proclaimed Chad as the next Albert Einstein, not even Chad himself. What I am saying is that over the past couple of years Number 85 hasn’t exercised one once of common sense.

First, he decides to "wife" a reality show hooker whose only claim-to-fame is being a gold-digging skeezer. Let’s call a spade a spade, my friends: The ONLY reason Evelyn is where she is today is because she allowed several basketball players to run through her and had kids by one of those idiots and, VIOLA, BASKETBALL WIVES FAME. So not only does Chad PUBLICLY make a hoe he smashed on the FIRST DATE ON VH-1(world-wide television) his wifey – This nincompoop MARRIES this broad. I know the great Kanye West said “I don’t care what none of y’all say, I still lover her”, but damn, Chad, Yeezy was fucking joking!

Okay, gang, let’s fast-forward to last Friday afternoon. Chad’s dumb-ass gets caught with a receipt for a box of condoms. Yeah … I know, fellas, I know. This fact only re-enforces my assumption that Chad is an idiot with absolutely NO common sense. Where dey do dat at? Chad, really, dawg? First, what the hell are you doing with the receipt, fool?! You throw that away out front along with the box and CVS bag, right, fellas? *SMDH* Second, you’re supposed to have a stash over one of your single boy’s cribs. Better yet, you’re Chad Johnson; your jump-off’s supposed to have the rubbers in the night stand or top drawer ready to go. It isn’t like you’re buying pussy off of the strip, Chad, right? Are you? *sighing* I wouldn’t put it past you, Number 85.

Moving on, so Chad (who we’ve just established that he’s no Steve Jobs) and his ran-through wife get into an argument over HIS fuckery, and he decides to pull a Hulk Hogan and head butts the hoe. Bad move. Chad, there’s no two ways about it lover what you did was inexcusable. You had no business putting your hands (head) on your wife, conceded hoe or not. Negro, you got caught with condoms! What was she supposed to think given she KNOWS you’re an idiot and you’re likely pull some stunt of infidelity – that’s why she hurried and married you, Chad! Trust me, after you had another sub-par season with the Dolphins and they cut you; she was taking half of that salary (and whatever else she could) and bounce on your goofy-ass.

 Nevertheless, Chad, you should have walked away from the argument and chilled for a bit – even if she hit you first. You’re 6’3”, 220 lbs., Chad and she was no match for you on any level (other than she’s way smarter than you). What did you gain from losing your rag and trying to knock the girl out…a weekend in jail? Look, fellas, this is the blueprint of what NOT to do in such situations. This Negro now has no job, no wife, no reality show, and is restrained from his own fucking home now. *smdh* Young MC said it best “You got no money, you got no car, you no woman and there you are”

Yep, you may have just blown it all, Number 85 in one weekend. I know that the messenger always get shot but I feel it’s my civic duty as an American, and my manly duty as a father-figure, Chad. See, I’m everyday people and I meet people where they are in life. Using this approach I’m a little something to everyone; I can shake your hand firm like a man and talk to you like a son. The reality of this sad scenario is that YOU, Chad, are the ultimate loser. You now have a WIFE BEATER sign hanging on your back, you may not get another NFL gig, and she’s gonna garner the public sympathy while cashing-in on another season of Basketball Hoes Wives. Actually, Evelyn may get her OWN reality show quiet as kept, while all Number 85 gets is 86'd from the Miami Dolphins. *SMFH*

So, getting back to my initial point, even though we need balance in this world, this is a prime example of what the tarnished side of the “common-sense coin” looks like. You would think that common-sense is something that’s supposed to be innate in all human beings but, strangely and sadly, this is not the case. Let’s all just hope everyone lands on their feet and happy endings are in store. Domestic violence never has a positive effect on anyone involved. And as dumb as Chad Johnson is and conniving as Evelyn may be they are both are, as I always say, Human After All…

My NEXT Babies and Fools Blog will be on STEVIE J!

The Hedonist
www.twitter.com/just_kristien

Thursday, May 24, 2012

Sex and Candy: Birthday Boy Special Edition


Birthday Boy in the hiz-zouse, Cadets, and I am back to talk my shit again! Do you realize that I haven't dropped a full-length blog on you guys since February? WTF is wrong with me these days? Well, it's was a rhetorical statement but the simple answer is nothing other than getting money and preparing for May 27th. So I'm looking in my ridiculously overflowing blog folder in my gmail (patrickristien@gmail.com) to find something TO blog about and i am noticing a reoccurring theme: People's break-ups are becoming nastier and nastier. I'm talking fist-fights, scratched rides, best friends getting sloppy seconds and all that good stuff -- shit that you absolutely can't make up. Folks (ESPECIALLY ALL OF YOU GROWN FOLKS!) cut all of the rigmarole out! The Hedonist is going to help you out ... on MY birthday weekend! I know, the shit I do to amuse you while dropping some knowledge at the same time. 

Disclaimer: I am not a therapist, counselor, Baptist Minister, shoulder to cry on, Judge Judy, or pimp ... well, maybe by blood but you're missing my point. My advice is from my own meandering experience and it's not full-proof. I just give it to you raw and uncut like an uncircumcised Jamaican practicing unsafe sex. Enjoy! 
:-D


In 2003 my ex broke up with me out of nowhere. The fellas think I just missed the signs. But believe me: I’ve replayed the entire relationship in my head. There were no red flags. We were practically living together when she dropped the breakup bomb during an episode of Taxi Cab Confessions. Our year of dating ended in less time than it takes to collect a free Slurpee from 7-11 in July. I gave a year of my life and all I got was 20 minutes of “Sorry, I never meant to hurt you.” Plus, she ruined Taxi Cab Confessions forever.
I did think she was “the one.” We’d just gotten back from a vacation with her entire family, where she brought up the M word. I felt like my happily ever after was on its way. Yes, my pride was shattered. I mean all of the steady jump-off ass I kicked to the curb and new ass I missed out on.  But the truth is, I’m not angry that she left; just mortified at how she left. Do yourself (and your soon-to-be-ex) a favor and follow these steps to the other kind of happy ending. **wink-wink** What’s in it for you? She’ll be less likely to turn crazy. I’ve been there, too. 

Rule #1: Don’t say “I’m sorry” and “I never meant to hurt you” over and over again. They are empty phrases unless you can tell the broad why. Give them words. If you want to minimize the possible crazy reaction, talk to her before you run away. If you run, you are a fucking coward. If you text, you are a coward. Same goes for email and any form of social media. Period. You have no right to call someone crazy when you didn’t give them answers.

Rule #2: Break up with her when you really want to do it. Don’t hold out to spare her feelings, or your pride, or whatever the hell you’re sparing. Most often, chicks sense when there’s trouble in paradise. They'll then try to change your mind before you bring up any issues, which will be annoying to you—and really annoying to them when you dump THEM anyway. Just get’er done . . . in person!

Side note: We delay for two reasons: 1) We’re waiting for someone better to come along. Not cool, we realize, but it happens. 2) More likely, we’re not sure breaking up is the right thing to do. Women have the rep for being finicky, but guys are just as bad. One fight and we want to run into the arms of the cute Starbucks barista. But one great dinner together, or romp in the hay with you, and we’re fully invested again. At the risk of coming across like an old married guy, I regret to inform you that the idea of THE ONE is complete fallacy. We’re all compatible with hundreds, thousands, maybe millions of people. Successful relationships are the result of timing, not magic. No bullshit. 

Rule #3: Do not contact her the next day to ask how she’s doing. You know how she’s doing. Even if you have the best intentions, we know you’re just seeking assurances that you’re not a terrible person. It’s too early for that. You’ll just make us feel worse. Let her reach out to you if she wants to. You made a decision that you believed was right. And that’s okay! Let her deal with it in her own time. Frankly, she may come to the same conclusion you did.

Rule #4: Keep your distance. If you want her to get over you, give her the space to do so. Don’t go to bars you know she frequents. Don’t hang out with her family. Don't fuck her friends (even the curvy, grey-eyed brunette!). Don’t keep her as a Facebook friend. Again, she doesn’t want to see you; she wants to move on. Caveat: If you notice she’s everywhere you are, then she’s following you. As I said, I’ve been there.

Rule #5: Know which of these rules to break. Then there’s this. Every woman is different. Every relationship is different. Every breakup is different. The rules are really just forms of respect. You know her as well as anyone, so you should know which lines not to cross. It’s okay to want to be friends with someone you once loved, but in this situation, she comes first. (Please tell me that, by now, you’re good at letting her come first.) Look, fellas, all you can control is how YOU handle the situation. You can’t control how she reacts to it. At that point, your job is done. Fact is, if you can’t break up like a man, you shouldn’t be dating. So next time, man up, break up, and move on . . . respectfully.

So there you have it. My tried and true rules of the modern break-up D.C. style. I really don't have anything else for you guys this weekend; I'm just trying to make it to my birthday in one piece. God Willing. Shout to my girl --who's one of my favorite human-beings of all-time and fellow blogger-- Penny! I am elated to have you back and see that you're well. Take it easy this weekend. My birthday is Sunday and I need you to be around. More shouts go to my 11 good friends and family members who have birthdays in May. I love you all and stay groovy!!! 

Lastly, I almost forgot to add this in the installment (Thanks Mookie!!). As I said this morning on Twitter (@just_kristien), if you have to sit on the sofa and text slick shit/our business to your relative, girlfriend, or whomever about your man, and you are ALL in the same room, YOU ARE A FUCKING COWARD and disrespectful ... openly disrespectful! What type of signal does that send to your relative/friend? But, on a deeper level, how does punk-shit like that make your man feel? This is the type of tomfoolery that happens when an insecure, immature person is bored. Three things are bound to happen in this childish scenario laced with fuckery: 1) He's gonna leave your tired, cowardly ass there with your relative never to return because you alienated him and blatantly disrespected him IN FRONT of the third-party. Why would he want to be around you when you pull shit like that and smile in his face ... coward. See, he CHOOSES to commune around you and your relative; it's not a right or responsibility that he has to do so. 2) He's NOT gonna TRUST you because you are obviously putting HIS business out on the street to your relative/friend. You don't know how NOT to INCLUDE third-parties in your relationship? Are you fucking everybody in the damn room? Home business stays HOME PERIOD. How would he look no, better yet, how would YOU look to his daughter or best boy if HE were texting your business and slick shit across the room to his daughter or main man? How would YOU feel, coward? ...yeah, that's what I thought. 3) You MAY catch him in the wrong mood and ... well ... just know everyone doesn't take punk-ass, cowardly slights in stride. NOW GO RUN AND TEXT THAT TO WHOEVER. #MIRROREFFECT  <~~Thanks, Sis (Mookie) ... I love you! 

Anywho, enough addressing this lame, everyone have a pleasant and SAFE holiday weekend! If I told you not to drink too much I would be a hypocrite. But, if you're gonna do that, have someone else drive or catch a cab! In addition, as C.L. Smooth says, "Use ya condom and take sips of the brew!" Stay Groovy and God Speed!  <3 :-D

Your Old Pal,

The Hedonist