Sorry for the delay. I am on tour for the next month so the daily dose will serve as a tour diary of sorts and might not be so daily. Like always if you like what you’re reading please tell someone to join the squad. Anyways

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People come into your life and not only do they change it but they change you. Sometimes things start and stop, people enter one door and others exit when you’re not looking. With my twenty-ninth year just inches away I can see how these patterns play out in an extreme in one’s twenties. Faces I thought would populate my every day forever have become faces I haven't seen since I was twenty-three. It would be nice to think that these kinds of patterns of change are specific to one's twenties and I’m sure the bit rate of the change is but the idea of things changing is constant. 

At twenty I couldn’t see the beauty in that the same way I now can at twenty-eight. I was so naive and fearful of change. I thought the friends I left high school with would remain my best friends for the rest of my life. Some of us remained close and the love prevailed through “remember when?” text, Facebook happy birthdays, and the occasional phone call. Time has the same effect on relationships that an ill-placed fence might, building a border around something that used to thrive in what was limitless. Only left to wither away from the distance now separating all that was once close.

When these relationships changed I felt my heart swell with agony, disillusioned enough to think that with those friendships also went me. What I was too hurt to understand then, was that all those people, and the memory like so much were already stuck on me. To this day I carry them like I carry my keys, close. Last summer thanks to seeing the dream through that my childhood friends dreamt up in my mom's house I got to fly across the Atlantic for the first time all of the music. Being there and being so warmly received artistically and just as a person was overwhelming. We were there for a month and I just wanted to sit in it as best I could. 

I don't think I’d ever been as excited to walk around as I was waking up every day in a new European city. I’m from Lakewood Washington and no one who I smoked weed with for the first time in the beat-down car in my driveway had been to places like this. With an hour to kill before our show in Paris, I decided to walk around the city and see as much of it as I could. Throwing in my headphones I was moved to play Right On Time by Joey Badass, a song that when It came out was such a touchstone for me and the squad master plan to one day be playing European fests just like him. 

With the song playing goosebumps began popping up all over my body. Head on a swivel just trying to take it all in I became so overwhelmed I started crying. I could not believe that my black ass from Lakewood Washington with nothing but hope and a dream made it to Paris France all of the music. At that moment the only person I wanted to talk to was Marquise Edwards. He had been there since the inception of this dream and never once doubted me. We spent so many nights in my room or just driving home talking about this dream. The rest of the trip I was constantly reminded just how close he was despite being a world away. 

My life has forced me to face my fear of change at this point on a once-a-week basis. So far all the change has always been for the better despite the growing pains that often accompany it. My life is even more beautiful than I dreamt it could be. I have had such beautiful relationships and friendships throughout my twenties. I’ve also had bad ones and I’m grateful for them all just the same. Where I stand now I’d like to think that most people in my life will be there for a long time. I know they all won't and that's okay right now I just want to sit in this moment we're experiencing, because When I look at all the faces I see all the places they’ve taken me. To know them is a gift, they made me something I want too. 

• Diamond Stingily and Arthur Jafa on Ego, Grief, and Dopamine: This really inspired me. It was nice to see people talking like this. 
• Cookbook Market on Echo Park Ave: I have to come clean I love this spot. Sue me. It's my favorite spot if I wanna see hot people. I saw the hottest person I might’ve ever seen the last time I went. 
• Skylight Books Arts Annex: I get this overwhelming sense of joy when I walk into this store. In a no social media life this has slowly become a place I want to go every day to see what's happening. I love photo books and magazines, This place is heaven.