a real Ras Trent, i have known
A REAL RAS TRENT I HAVE KNOWN, i have viewed—
who trekked across Ghana, took his handdrum to a shaman, did his months of shishya servitude.
and YES his dreads were reddish, and the dude was friggin huge.
the story's true, i do believe: he leaned in to the Seminar, his mitts broad & open to a sober square of scholars and he did declare that Truth is Truth; then leaned back, his massive lats far exceeding roll-y chair.
dude was effin AWEsome and i helped him mic his congas at a multi-cult Student Fair.
hard to be a bro
youngins laughin at him: are much alike his tight-ass parents in the skit.
neither of them get him, joke's on them.
hard be a bro among this Rainbow-X Diaspora, without falling low into a sick & sad coterie, a clique of sucking simps who'd take down Hemingway.
i get it, Hem would kill a hundred rabbits on a lark, test a rifle out & laugh, and yet the dude was effin awesome, let's admit it.