I recently had a dream where I visited a safe-injecting room. It was so vivid, it was as though I was there. I dreamed I was walking down a steep staircase, into a basement. There was blaring music coming from speakers around the walls and people were everywhere, laughing, shouting, all seemingly high on something. The place was dark, but lights flashed around and I saw people throwing their bodies about to the music. I tried to find a place to sit, and I managed to get one by the counter. I looked next to me and saw a guy preparing to take another hit of his preferred toxin. He leaned back, as it took it’s effect and then slumped down on the bar. I checked to see that he was breathing, and he was. The man behind the counter offered me a hit of various substances. I said no, I don’t take drugs, but then he kept insisting and telling me that they were all good. I had to leave. I felt myself suffocated by the atmosphere of the place, my heart beating rapidly against the throbbing music and bodies all around me, my soul dirtied by this dirty little cavern of drugs. Someone spilled their poison on me, and I finally ran out of the place and back home. That’s when I woke up. It was awful.

That night, I was so stressed by the dream that I needed to relax. I went to a bar with a few friends and we got totally wasted. Bazza did tequila shots all night and puked in a pot plant, while I did one too many Jagermeisters and made out with an ugly chick before passing out on the bar. In all, an awesome night and boy did I sleep soundly. Not once did I think about those drugged up people in that cramped little space, all making themselves high and losing control. Thank god for alcohol!

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As everyone must know, it was recently the anniversary of 9/11. A lot of emotions come to mind at a time like this, very mixed emotions. The war in Iraq still going, people still dying, while questions still linger over the events that occurred on this day 6 years ago.

But I had to add contempt to these emotions when I heard that two rappers, 50 Cent and Kanye West were beefing due to their releasing their new albums on the same date, 9/11. Everyone knows how shameless rappers tend to be with self-promotion. Most would make even Donald Trump blush. But you’d think that they wouldn’t be so shameless as to use a national day of mourning as the backdrop for their latest album release. Wrong. What’s worse is that they are both competing with each other for the title of “most tastless”, even to the point of 50 claiming he’ll quit if he doesn’t outsell Kanye.

Of course, if Kanye does sell more, nobody expects 50 to quit, because no only are rappers shameless, they are also full of shit most of the time. Usually I like to listen to rap, both to Kanye and 50, but this stupid attitude war, Kanye’s temper tantrum over not getting an award, along with the endless braggadocio that fills their albums, well it just might be that I’m getting sick of rap.

Word to rappers: your album isn’t a poignant piece of cultural history, a statement on the times of the world, given a 9/11 release because of it’s symbolic statement on this very date. This is another album full of you telling us how great you are, how much money you have, how tough you are or how well you rap. The production and the music behind the annoying raps are the only thing keeping me listening.

There, someone had to say it. To be fair though, Kanye West’s album “Graduation” is actually pretty good. In particular “Homecoming” with my idol Chris Martin, “Big Brother”, “Everything I Am” and “Flashing Lights” are awesome.

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