ak's and chevrolets

well, i got to go back to my old hood yesterday, it was quite elevating for the spirit but still all too baffling to the mind. I didn't get to roll through and hit up all my homies, but i did get to holla at my homeboy of homeboys. We hung out on the porch, and we got to see some crazy ass fools with some crazy methods of removing you from existence. It was one of the best christmas memories that i will treasure for all time. When i told my homeboy about life here in the SAV he wanted to pack up and leave with us. Loyalty: it always shows you what it is about a person that makes just cool as fuck all the way around. There are alot of things about the hood that i miss like hell, but there is a huge part of it that strikes me with the harshest feelings of depression. The hood got an ALCO though, i thought was pretty fuckin cool all in itself. It was the first time i ever saw the huddle house closed too. What a night it was, then i drove home and got to scavenge through the rest of my christmas loot which ranged from a box of boxes of cookies and a new japanese fighting fish which i named "spoons" and he's one pad ass stinky left handed motha fucka. He can't hustle like me though. Then, to top it all off, my girl got another fuckin cat! so now were up to 3, let's see how ong this shit lasts.

Feelin the burn