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

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Stussy Ren & Stimpy


Seven (maybe eight) years old and without any desires that mattered, I was never allowed to watch Ren and Stimpy. At least when my Mom was around. And the only times when my Sister and I would dare to watch it was when our Baby sitter fell asleep. That's right. No Late night HBO or dirty magazines for me. The beginning moments of my defiance were characterized by two species-less cartoon animals. Ren and Stimpy until the very end.
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