Another one bites the dust..

After I heard about the death of Whitney Houston, I scrolled through my massive catalog of music to see how many of her tunes I owned. Two. In that case, I don't care that she died, she wasn't producing shit for me.




That was me being harsh. It's always sad when someone dies. However, there are two points to be made. 1) We all should have known she has been on her death bed for years now, so we shouldn't be surprised. 2) Unless you are a true fan of hers, and you were anticipating her next album, don't pretend you care that she's dead.

We knew Houston has been cracked out for ages. Infact, the week before she died, there was atleast one tabloid claiming "Whitney is dying." No shit. Drugs are bad, mmmkay.

It's annoying seeing all of the RIP statuses on Facebook. I'm sure 90 percent of people who posted about Houston on Facebook can't name a single song of hers other than "I Will Always Love You" (a song which was originally a Dolly Parton song). To Whitney's true fans, friends and family, I am truly sorry for your loss, which is why I staged a photo shoot in her honor.



What's six inches long and didn't get sucked on this Valentine's day?

Whitney's Houston's crack pipe.

RIP