There’s a lot of noise competing for your attention.
Sometimes, you have to turn it all off and look for that wisdom that can only be found within…
…a bottle of Mezcal.
Here’s Vol. 5 of how I quip from the tip of the lip, punching out hits like Gladys Knight and the Pips.
Each time you repeat your drive-thru order, you actually DECREASE the likelihood of getting it right by a factor of 1.
Be the rhymin’ dynamo you want to see in the world.
This holiday season (more than ever), let us remember to judge a man not by the color of his skin but by the contents of his candy bowl.
Coffee by extraction.
Truth by distillation.
Less is more.
Nothing says “I have an ankle tattoo” like a wrist tattoo.
If prayer is ineffectual on the grounds it’s a one-sided conversation without anyone to care on the other end, tell me again why you post on social media?
If you’re not putting the bathroom key on a javelin, it’s like “Do you even own a gas station, bruh?”
If you need guidance, follow the light at the end of the tunnel of a train in life’s peaks and valleys of love and truth and purpose and now and go and be and see and do and buy and sell and buy and buy and buy.
But if you want to laugh some more, check QPQ Volumes 1, 2, 3 and 4.