In My City

The only concept of heaven that I believe I will ever need.

An abandoned-ass home close to the diamond. Wish I had the balls to make a pump-rental happen. 'Cause the Z-Boys changed shit, but they are still just people. We could do it too.

 These people were paddling in the bayou- blindfolded. Shelley's hypothesis: trust-building exercise.


 

The town of Houston. Love it.

Smoke-a-Loc creeping on the steed. Ever since I stopped petting her so much (she has fleas) she has taken to slicing my tires.

Came up on a belt-buckle. Welcome to flavor country, bitch.