Marling Santiago

Just not my cup. Captured my attention initially but coming from the slums of south Bronx and dealing with my own poverty, athletes foot due to the holes in shoes covered with New York Post’s newspaper, walking toward a tenement with cocaine shooters lined on the steps called home only to find my mother running around the apartment while my drunken Dad ran in tow to spray her with bug spray cause she was the biggest roach in the city—needless to state I was unimpressed with the trials of Demon. It was like my childhood too much suffering for much too long.