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, February 2, 2009

Eighteen is a beautiful thing. You're old enough to be tried as an adult and serve in the armed forces..but young enough to have your weekend excursions,nikon,and television viewing priveledges taken away.

No new pictures for a little bit.

You know your weekend isn't going to turn out too great when it starts with coming home to take pictures of yourself,before heading out to the movies,which turned into waiting for an hour at the cheesecake factory.




All I do at work is eat,I don't even know why I complain so much.




"Capogiro" aka the "Ten dollar ice cream".This is the only thing I paid for,paid for."Heirloom apple sorbetto"(For $7.77 using my discount),and this shit tastes like real apples. Down to the texture and everything.If American apparel were a frozen good,it would be capogiro.Yeah,you could buy the cheaper alternative,but it just wouldn't feel as right.
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