Posts tagged ‘Street Photography’
i keep my wings at home with my magic super special wand.
the fucking thing bit me the last time i tried to ride it.
oh my fuck ing god. that jenny is one god damn whore putting her tongue all over greg like that. my mom was always right about her. she never had any class. that whole family had no class, thinking they’re better than us because the siblings went to summer day camp at camp laurel. but i know that the only way that family came into any money was from that old shriveled up guy her mom was giving it to every weekend on the second floor of abc home on broadway. i should go pour some of this coffee on her face. i’m not some kind of mean bitch, but she started telling everyone, i mean everyone, that i picked up the clap from that puerto rican kid that started at stuy last month.
before the rza, there was me.
He was a hardworking middle manager.
She was airbrushed to look like an italian supermodel.
He knew he would have one chance to impress her.
i didn’t get to where i am by simply letting things happen. i make things happen. you best believe that i’ll be on your ass if you try to conceal a gravity knife from me or do anything that would be in violation of the new york state penal law. i have the whole damn thing memorized. you see that big ass truck? i keep my family in there. they’ve been in there the last three weeks. if you think i’m hard on them, imagine how hard i’m going to be on you when i put my knee in the middle of your back.
pride lands, brooklyn.
i left guavatown for this?
New York, NY — Within the last few months, scientists and wildlife experts have identified a new strain of hipster prowling the streets of New York City. While they maintain many of the same political views as the modern hipster, the post-modernist hipster has fewer androgynous characteristics. After several undercover operations, scientists and experts have learned they do not have Bravo-watching parties at their Williamsburg lofts and are morally opposed to turtle necks and capri pants and thongs and black plastic glasses and shared bubble baths. Instead, the post-modernist hipster frequents bodegas and other cheap hang out places where they eat unhealthy and high-fructose laden chips and donuts and drink 22s of Budweiser, in order to achieve the coveted “pouch.” Scientists have labeled this behavior as “female symbiosis lather,” which in layman’s terms, is an attempt to acquire a “creation of male identity encapsulated within the large intestine.” This is directly correlated to the behavior of the Wagabe Crocodile found in Budva, Montenegro.
at the time, i was working for a small graphic design company on twenty-third street. i wasn’t making a lot of money but at least i was getting experience. i started out in traffic and then after about a year or so i was on the branding team. not bad for a kid out of cleveland going to public schools. then things changed when i met mother. she was maybe about fifty-five, and looked like a cross between the lady from murder she wrote and meryl streep, but her skin wasn’t as smooth. i was at a grey’s papaya munching on a hotdog and she asked me for a fifty cents for the subway. i gave her fifty cents and then went i went to my apartment that i shared with my old college buddy lester, she was there in the hallway, along with three guys in suits. i thought it was going to be a shakedown but then she said it. she kept saying sergeant hectorish lee over and over and over again. by maybe the twentieth time she said it, and at that point i was tied to a chair, things started to make sense, a lot of sense.
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