From the heart

Four black teens in Philadelphia with nothing other than weekly tranpasses and opinions. Still, the criticism and general interpretation seem to change from day to day regardless of aforementioned teens consistency.

Whatever. We're not doing anyone some terrible injustice, and we don't claim to be changing the world or enlightening the folk beyond belief or recognition. Credences, food for thought, images, a few laughs here and there, and opinions are all that we can offer you. Whether you choose to accept or decline, you are here, as are we, daily.

To face the rain or sunshine, parade or riot, cookout or Saturday detention..We ride Septa.

- Til' the very end, Nya Ari, Samir S, Trent XIII, and Hez

Monday, August 18, 2008

I had to pull out my ak

You know what it's like to have a badddd ass day?Or past 5 days?

-You go to hershey park (but have to come back early because her dog ran away)
-You go to work thinking that you're working six hours (but your boss forgot to lock the door at closing time,so you're there until 7)
-You find $5 on the seat of the train (but you left your pass at home,so you end up spending it on the fare)
-You spend three hours typing a paper that you don't really have to do (but you look at your printer,and somebody's cracked the paper feed and the plastic is stuck inside)
-You go to do the dishes at 3 am (but you're tired after writing some paper you won't even get to turn in and drop your earring down the disposal)
-You leave the house at 8:40 because you find out that there's a actually a later train(but the "8:43" train pulls off at 8:41 as you're running across the street)
-You spend about twenty minutes making a blog post about how much life sucks (but than you realize that the alternative is much worse).

Yeah,bad ass days.
I've been there.

.N ari
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