Month: June 2007

Post-game pan­de­mo­ni­um. Com­ing back from Rafee­q’s; tit­ties on top of Hon­da Civics on West 25th [they cease to be breasts and become tit­ties when dis­played as such] and Escalades blaz­ing at the Lorain stop light. Streets filled with hoots and hollers. Rise up, moth­er­fuck­ers. Rise. Up.

[Update: “two more hon­da civics were stolen in the hood last night…” I also for­got to men­tion that I made a half­time junior bacon cheese­burg­er run to Wendy’s in about ten min­utes, round trip.]