Slam
Nestled in the couch with housemates, my drop spindled, and dyed Polwarth locks, it seemed that nothing could possibly be more pleasant.
We watched Slam, written by hip hop artist Saul Williams, and it was so good that I couldn’t crochet…I couldn’t even eat cookies. It was just damn compelling. It’s like the DC version of South Africa’s Tsotsi, if you’ve seen that one.
Both occupy that border zone between pain and beauty.
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