I cannot, for the life of me, remember the last time we received good news. I think it was finding out they were moving up the Jordan documentary so that we wouldn't burn down the major cities and libraries nationwide for a few more months. And with there only one Sunday's worth of MJ left, Larsa Pippen's favorite rapper is here to save the day/week/month/year/world with his 8th studio album.
"High Off Life" is the biggest "I have no idea what the rest of the world is going through" album title I've ever seen. Life has been utter garbage for the vast majority of humanity this year. Getting high off this brand of life is akin to a fentanyl laced krokodil. But that's for us mere mortals. Hendrix? Fire Marshall? The WIZRD??? That man has been on an island somewhere trying to make Lori Harvey his 15th babymomma, no idea of the plague sweeping the rest of the planet. And that's exactly what we need right now. Some good tidings from the gods to let us know that a sense of normalcy will soon be returning to us commoners. By the time I hit "Accepting My Flaws" I know we'll be ready to open up America for business yet again.