A 4-day binge drinking spree and waking up with a nosebleed can really put a strain on your body. I’m also surprised that I’m still alive, honestly. Besides, pharmaceutical drugs are hard to find where I live.

Admittedly I was able to escape easily because by “druggy” status, I’m at the lower end because being a black guy, my version of totally-off-the-rocker is vibing off the strongest strain of marijuana. I’ve had my fair share of drugs, but I managed to come out of it. It’s all delivered in a chill flow that makes you forget that he is even rapping, but talking right next to you, holding your hand while he walks through the banalities of his existence and fantasies, fears and self-loathing, self aggrandizing, and absurdities. You live with him through the spikes in the ego that says you’re the greatest Homo Sapien walking the planet Earth that even death can’t touch - as well as the down, which is, when you feel micro-small and want to barricade yourself Howard Hughes style. Mac Miller, like me, is a non-committal suicidal roller-coasting through the highs and lows of life. The parallel between Mac Miller’s life and mine has me giving his new mixtapes a few spins.

I can’t remember most of them because I was in a drunken stupor or they are too embarrassing to recall, so I’ve completely blocked them out of my mind. I spent 40,000 over a 3-month period trying to recreate situations from my favourite rap songs.

I do things based off lyrics from rap music and that is the life I’ve made for myself a counter-productive reactionary.

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