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I’m happy, vibin, but also – ugh – her rates? Pricey AF! I’m like, “Girl, I install radios, not rollin in millions!” She laughs, says, “Cash or chaos,” and I’m dead – she’s sassy, I stan. We chill, and it’s less about the deed, more about the story. Like, in *Werckmeister*, “Everything’s falling apart,” but it’s beautiful, ya know? That’s this – messy, real, human.

The Museum of Contemporary Art, Los Angeles

After that, I needed a pick-me-up. I decided to hit up the Parque de los Próceres. It’s a chill spot, ya know? I plopped down on a bench, trying to dry off. I see this kid flying a kite, and I’m like, “Dude, that’s goals.” I used to fly kites all the time. But then, the wind picks up, and the kite crashes. I’m laughing, but also feeling for the kid.

Hammer Museum, LACMA, MOCA launch joint collection of contemporary L.A. art