The Easy Overdose Podcast (T.E.O. #11)

This week the boys Khy.Actual & J. Manuel discuss what motivates their music and writing. How to battle with the voice that says you should change your work to please the masses. How each one of us faces daily decisions to either give up on a project/passion or stick it out for success. Of course the conversation meanders through plenty of politically incorrect topics. (There’s lots of swearing so…still fuck you ITunes!)

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The Easy Overdose Podcast (T.E.O. #10)

This is the inaugural, Hurricane Irma, emergency podcast. The boys are drinking plenty of booze and giving zero fucks about buying water since it’s readily available on tap. Fill your pots and pans at home ahead of time people for pennies on the dollar. The boys talk about hurricane prepping, end of the world scenarios, 1st world vs developing world problems. Preemptive boat buying. Paranoid man shit. We’re also looking for recruits to the Level Up Army! Talk about the shooting time at The Range 702 (the best gun range in Vegas).

We also jump into belated Mayweather v. McGregor talk.

 

The Easy Overdose Podcast (T.E.O. #9)

This week the boys take on nukes, self-defense, second amendment, 2A, fighting, physics, special forces, AR-15’s, AK47, without rule of law scenarios, starting our own Guerilla army, music, mc’ing for millennials, and a long-winded trip through the happenings of the week. KhyActual is droppin new beats and J. Manuel has some new scribblings up on his website, jmanuelwrites.com.

 

The Merge

You and I

Walk a darkened road; shadeless,

Dimly lit by a street lamp,

That we have yet to reach.

You from that side, along the wall.

Me from this, along the curb.

You on the right.

Me on the left.

 

I anticipate

Your fear

With mine.

The one that knots my guts,

And lumps my throat,

And sweats my palms.

The one that you and I have almost always known.

 

Your father warned you about:

The thief, the murderer, the rapist.

My father warned me about:

The cheat, the liar, the oppressor.

 

We merge under the light.

You sidestep toward the wall.

I to the street.

 

My father said never to corner a wounded animal,

And we are the most dangerous kind.

 

© J. Manuel