Don Zeedo, mate in three.

i ran into my friend Bryan Z over the Fourth of July weekend; i hadnt seen him in probably six or seven years. we used to hang out back in the college days, playing chess, skateboarding, listening to music and talking about nothing.

fine days, those.

we went out for drinks with some old friends, and bryan spit some freestyle inbetween sips. id forgotten he was a wordsmith, which was always a talent i wish i had. one thing i didnt forget was that bryan was and is an accomplished artist. bryans apartment was littered with art books and his walls could have been a mini art gallery of work he's completed. he's still got it.

it seems like it should be easy.....sitting down and making art. but somewhere between intent and action, between responsibility and creativity, between the fridge and the couch, it's easy to get lost. its a good day when inspiration finds me. it doesnt seem to me that Bryan has this problem. nevah teach the Wu-Tang!