TRUTH? I hate going to sleep. I feel like I’m missing out on some opportunity or hustle that can help me move forward to the next level and challenge the big boss, whomever (or whatever) that may be. Unlike most cats out there, for me, sleep is a necessary evil — you have to get down with it. I don’t savor it, I don’t look forward to it, and wish I could have those hours back for something I’d actually enjoy! The sandman is an arch-enemy I spar with every night and every night he wins. “Sparring with the Sandman” sounds like a phat Comics title (scribbles name into beat up Comics idea notebook hidden in back pocket). Hmm, I guess I should be thanking you, bruh. See you in the ring!







I feel you. Sleep has become more and more an enemy to me lately, due to my new schedule…it’s both a chore and a curse. I can’t seem to get to bed before two and I rarely get out of it before ten, despite living most of my previous life on six hours of sleep.