I’m halfway through a glass of Malbec and munching on some olives and feta cheese. It’s about 9pm on Sunday, May 20th. I’ve been lucky enough to have a pretty relaxing day and up until a couple hours ago, even had the pleasure of forgetting that this work week is going to be a shit show. There’s been so much that’s happened this week that it’s all just starting to hit me, so I figured I’d write on it… (Now that I’m only blogging when I feel organically drawn to share my energy with the world)

I try to keep up with the news, however, I also like to sometimes remain blissfully ignorant to the constant barrage of bullshit that happens from day to day. Most days, all I need is a headline to put me into a tailspin. This past week really helped me gain some perspective on the many things… many of which, made me sick to my stomach. Israelis were slaughtered during peaceful protests, but the internet was abuzz over whether or not you heard Laurel or Yanny in some robotic recording. Yet another school shooting rocked the country, but people were more concerned with celebrating a royal wedding, for a country we don’t live in, in the middle of the goddamn night. I get it. We want joy. We want things that take our minds off of atrocities, but have we just started completely burying our heads in the sand? It sure feels like it.

I don’t want to live in a constant state of dread, sadness, or anything overall negative, but I have to start worrying about the things that matter and see what I can do as an individual. I wish this for all of us. Instead of comparing the wedding dresses of english royalty, can we have a serious think session about gun control? Can we ponder what can be done in this current administration that will maybe, possibly, bring an end to the violence in the middle east. Why did the internet care more about a fucking wedding dress than people dying in Israel? Why are people tailgating a Taylor Swift concert being interviewed while innocent black men and women are being gunned down? Where the fuck have our priorities gone?

I sit in my $2000 a month apartment knowing that Los Angeles is in the worst homeless crisis it’s probably ever seen. Some people like to call it a housing crisis, but If I went online right now I would probably find thousands of open apartments. The problem? They’ve become completely unaffordable. Greed has gripped this city. Did you know tenting is illegal in the city? Well, where are these people supposed to go? Every morning, on my way to the studio, I see cops having homeless people pack up their tents and leave the shelter of overpasses… to go where exactly? Your guess is as good as mine. Every day, a little part of my soul is crushed as I pass a homeless person knowing damn well that they wouldn’t be homeless if they got the mental health care they needed. Nothing is affordable and everything is a privilege is the picture that gets painted every day. What are we going to do about this?

I come from the ilk that we are here to help our fellow humans– To give if and when you can, even if the only thing you can give someone else is a smile. I know I’m not the only person that was raised this way, but where are we? Where are we hiding? Why are we allowing the evil, selfish, uncaring pricks of the world to have a louder voice than us? I’m sure Jesus would be none too pleased.

I’m going to finish this glass of wine and figure out how I can use my voice to help everyone that needs to be helped. I hope that everyone can find something their passionate about and start raising their voices. Right now, I may not be able to buy a tent for a homeless person, but I can offer food. I may not be able to go to Israel, but I can start writing my congress men and women to step up! I’d love to rip the guns out of peoples hands, but I can’t. But, what I can do, is offer my ideas for gun control reform. We are all capable of so much and when we put our heads together, we an change the world. We just have to pull them out of the sand first.