
[local celebrity x glorified homeless person Henry Earl aka ‘James Brown’]

[myself. performing standup comedy of some sort no doubt. more of the same.]

[the homegirl Zephir cool breezing. hanging new merchandise on the racks.]

[my notebook. resembling a refrigerator inundated with madd magnets.]

[Jessica or as we more affectionately call her ‘Soccer Butt’]

[from L to R: Kym, Aaron, Zephir Myself, Jessica]

[Zephir x Myself. sitting under the awning. afraid to get our hairs wet.]

[Noah James hates me. this kid is going to grow up with full knowledge of all things ‘dope’. watch.]
things in this ‘city’ have been moving at a snail like pace. thats for sure and has since become the expression used when describing how things have been for us. ‘slow motion’ is not even the half of it.
opening day of the horse tracks and not a single one of us could attend. the rain keeps me from wanting to do much of anything. so we twist the cap off a couple of [root] beers and vibe out as a collective at the boutique. hey, at least we’re dry.
sidebar: i really love the random weirdos i kick it with on a consistent basis.
