“We’re the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our great war is a spiritual war, our great depression is our lives.” Chuck Palahniuk wrote this in his novel, Fight Club. The war of our time is indeed a spiritual…

Low voter turnout for Chicago’s mayoral race on Tuesday has been described by the Sun Times as “frustrating.” The youth vote, commonly the cohort between 18–29, failed to metastasize in this year’s election. For damn good reasons, too. A meager 3.9% of voters between 18–24 showed up to the polls…

In 2019, When They See Us was released on Netflix. I usually avoid this type of hype because I generally like to spend my time working toward something; be it writing, reading, or physical fitness. But when the show aired, my roommate and I at LSU ran through it with…

Two thousand years ago in Ancient Ireland and Scotland, my ancestors ran into battle together. Husbands and wives painted each other’s bodies and charged the enemy with a ferocity so savage that it caused even the mighty Roman Empire’s blood to chill. …

In late September I returned to Chicago after a belligerent three-day bender through Phoenix, Albuquerque, and Tulsa, barreling from desert to corn in under forty-eight hours. Tempe was a lot of fun. I barhopped around wondering where the hell Arizona State’s been all my life. Although alone, I didn’t feel…

I was twelve when Avatar hit the big screen in 2009. At the time I was a Western film addict, and couldn’t help but consider the Resource Development Administration’s (RDA) treatment of the Na’vi equivalent to our own government’s crimes against the Indigenous tribes of North America. The heartbreaking destruction…

I was a reader and a writer before I could read or write. I sat with my mother at four years-old and verbalized stories as she wrote them down. I thumbed through encyclopedias at my grandparents’ house looking at pictures. School progressed, I fortunately became literate, and kept writing short…

I graduated from LSU in 2020 with a B.A. in Political Science. …

I-55 is home to me, much like I-10. It connects Chicago to New Orleans, and after leaving I-57 in Missouri, it’s a straight shot into the Southern states. I awoke on my couch in Chicago at 4:00 last Thursday morning. I haven’t visited my people in South Louisiana since June…