Perception. I met my friend Jake Gonzales while I was going to school in Merced Ca at a bookstore open mic. It was the type of mix-bag open mic that resembled any generic idea you can conjure up. Youthful souls reading from their first attempts at poetry from notebooks scribbles writen under a tree or in front of some small body of water, any place they probably thought would be conducive to tapping into the ether. Plus, us. I remember I wrote a piece about the middle east that till today, sounds like the verbal equivalent to dicing chef’s knives in a garbage disposal. Perception pouring his broken heart in a cadence that was more Mos Def than related to the saps spiting generic def poetry slam sounds. We have been friends ever since and we talked about Music, politics and the past. Enjoy