Ugh.

Yeah. I did it. Copped a pair of the gray/black/infrared Adidas Runners. After being so gung ho about the black/orange pair, I flipped things up- make it interesting- you know? Am I happy about it? No. Do I enjoy anything about this purchase. No. But I do what I do. When there is no pleasure associated with this, it must be an addiction. So how do you wean yourself off of it? Buy a lesser pair? A cheaper pair? A canvas pair? A pair that isn't my size? I'm disgusted, seriously. I do really enjoy copping kicks for other people though, especially in a sz. 5.5.






And what better way to wallow in self pity then by eating- especially going out of your way to do so. The spot most recently put on my radar is Famous Fish right south of 145th and St. Nick on the east side of the Ave.- had the shrimp and chips the first time around- shrimp was no joke- tried the fish(whiting) this time. Good stuff, the batter was light and simple- heavy on pepper- a plus for me, but I preferred the shrimp. For $5.50 you can't beat it- $8 for the shrimp.




Hit up that Throwback comes to Harlem show last night at the Apollo- Big Daddy Kane, Das Efx, Brand Nubian, CL Smooth, Dana Dane, Soul 4 Real, Jeff Redd, Christopher Williams, and Johnny Kemp. Roster was crazy- of course Kane did his thing- never disappoints. Seeing Das was cool- but I rather listen to the CD or hear it on the radio- they're not that relevant in hiphop today, and the memories are enough. CL without Pete Rock is lacking but throw on Reminisce Over You and it's a wrap regardless. Brand Nubes have enough dope shit that it'll work regardless- short set, but did the hits. Grand Puba sparked it with What's the 411- aight. The R&B impressed me the most- Jeff Redd killed it- You Called and Told Me and I Found Lovin' are classics and the dude can perform- side note- he was an A&R at MCA when I was there. Soul 4 Real did their thing- Candy Rain is that joint. C. Williams Every Little Thing You Do is that shit too. All in all a dope show- but after 3 hours in there you start to lose your attention. Between this one and the Nas show, I've had my fix for a minute.

Got a new joint from my man Jim Kahn earlier today. Will post it tomorrow. The dude always come through- this time spitting over some Rather Unique. Stay tuned...

It's Been A Long Time...

I shouldn't have left you.

I want to apologize for being delinquent in my blogging obligations. Merry Xmas and happy holidays to all. Got tons of shit to post but I've been entranced with a Wire marathon- finished the 1st and 2nd series and half way through the 3rd. First was the best- 2nd was ok, 3rd I'm undecided on. Will have a verdict by New Year's.

Got some meals to get into, need to speak on the Nas show at Hammerstein- SMARTEN UP NAS was my intitial reaction- though in hindsight, the show was banging- did the entire Illmatic album sans One Time For Your Mind- even heard the train tracks. Short but action packed.

The question for the day is... To Cop or Not To Cop? These IRAK x Adidas Remix EQT runners are the business- one of my favorite joints right now- mad comfy- got the orange joints and the teal joints. These joints are crazy- but I don't care for the writing on the toe panel. If there was orange out or black out it might work. Plus they cost 2 bills due to the limited bullshit collabo. The back of the orange/grey pair is CRAZY- the all black heel panel really does it for me. I'll let you know when I return with either a sz 12 box or empty handed.

World, I'm here.

First off I would like to thank everybody that supported me... I feel like I'm on stage accepting an award- not that anybody's listening. Yet, at least. Internet bloggie awards are only a stones throw away and I'm making space on that shelf- or are they virtual too. Fuck it- I'll create a new drive and put up some new shelves.

What does Howfresh eat? I eat fish, tossed salads and make rap ballads. No doubt. Along with NYC and tristate grub, the daily diet consists of beats, kicks, fitteds, and a variety of other shit- anything with an H and other quirky shit. Whatever the flavor of the day is. Verbal diarrhea via my fingers.

The idea has been there, but until the lovely lady in my life made this a reality, it would still be a dream. A birthday gift that tops any pair of air forces or super limited H fitted out there. Shit, I'm just excited about writing this. I'm green to this, so bear with me. I haven't written in years so hopefully after some posts, I'll be dropping some literal buttahs. I know I overuse commas and there are other grammatical mishaps, but I've been reading retarded sneaker forums for so long that my reality has shifted.

But check it- I'm 31 today and that sounds older than 30- significantly. As Jimmy says, 30's the new the 20, but you 40 I'm 30 so who's 20- genius. The Barnes and Noble/Blockbuster Jim Jones story is even better- I'll save that for a later post. Damn it feels good. This is some historical shit and I'm glad to be a part of it. To all the viewers, and lurkers, I hope you enjoy the world of How.

Red Hook Brooklyn - Go hungry