The Holy Grail. We're discussing some biblical shit here. The kind of stuff that makes man slay thy neighbor. Sacred shit. Heavy shit. So when somebody says they found a grail, best believe it was no small occurrence. Pangea continental drift status. THAT LARGE.
Ahhh, if only that was the case for me. This wasn't like the most recent Holy Grail I acquired. No speaking in tongues. No hyperventilation. It was pretty anticlimactic. Copping Wildwoods is business for me. I'm here to achieve world domination. Don't get me wrong, these shits are dope. Super Dope. Nice & Smooth Dope on a Rope steezo. Peep that for all my freestyle TKA heads. Maybe once I rock them I'll experience that euphoria.
Most grails have been sought after for years. That shoe you remember as a kid. The one you beat the shit out of or one you couldn't afford. Not this one. It hasn't been on the hit list for 10 years. Not 5, not 4, not 3, not even 2. Just a little more than a year. So how can that be a holy grail? The ultimate find. Fuck the semantics, this was love at first sight. Only 2 stores in NYC sold them- 21 Mercer and DQM, and I was late to the dinner table. No food for How. Ebay and I did a dance with them. They appeared, they hid, and so on. I was getting tired of this tango. So when I saw them most recently I administered the head lock immediately. And they cost me half of retail ($110). I love loving kicks that are off the radar.
What we have here are some Nike Air Wildwood Supremes in buttery black leather. Add a little canvas to the uppers, a flannel-like pinstripe lining, and some 3M to reflect, and you my friend have some like Delta everyday we fly shit on your doggies. Yes, that is a Cam line. You already know. The colorway reads Black/Black- Sail- Olive Khaki, style # 329890 001. These feature a white contrast stitch, something I'm usually not a fan of. Truth is I really didn't notice that until I had them in my hand. But when I've seen these on feet, which is extremely seldom, all I see is flavs. Big shout to Surfer Dave for shedding the light. On a side note, Wildwoods never cost more than $82 until recently. Now they throw that Supreme tag on the label and charge $20 more. Whatevs. I'll cop, but come on now.
This hat might even be grail status. That would be if I knew it existed before I saw it. Perfection. Burgundy, maroon, whichever color you prefer. Somebody please explain the difference. Seeing this really excited me. Like really. Since when did House of Fitteds aka 4-U on Allerton and White Plains carry Negro League caps, let alone a Hilldale Giants cap?? Several years prior I copped the exact hat in navy at the Mitchell & Ness store in Philly. I was pretty positive that would be the last time I'd ever see one. New Era rarely does Negro League caps which is a shame because some of the logos are real clean.
The back has the Negro League logo. White New Era flag on the left side and that's all she wrote. That's all she needed to write. Simple. The Hilldale Giants played outside of Philadelphia from 1910-1932, meaning this year would be their 100th anniversary. Let's celebrate.
To be clear, this isn't a fable. There really isn't any moral to be learned. Maybe some behavior to avoid. This is more of a story, a tale. I just wanted maximum alliteration.
You know how it goes. A sneaker gets hyped on the internet. The images look pretty good so you consider the cop. Then you see it in person and think damn, that shit is wack. Doesn't happen that often, seldom in fact, however this is precisely what happened with the Eddie Cruz "West" Nike Air Force 1s. Purple and yellow is my thing- Kobe all day, but the red outsole really freaked me out. I know my style isn't considered "progressive", but red? Shit didn't make any sense.
Store after store these shiny purple joints kept bugging. This is a sneaker that historically I should like sans the patent swoosh. My disdain runs deep. It's an air force. It's a premium air force, it has snake skin, it is purple, it has different stitch on the tongue tag and the O.44 sticky rubber logo is embossed on the heel. The little intricacies I gets downs with. But no, not interested. Not even a second chance. Like they did me dirty and were left to rot. Until I peeped them on feet. I was like, Hold Up!! Wait a minute!! My man Wes, being the astute Nike employee that he is, had them joints on for the ultimate sell. On some, "yeah, I thought they were pretty weak sauce too, but peep now." It worked on me. I'm not sure exactly why, maybe the new perspective of looking down as opposed to eye level. My style's over your head, I enjoy the aerial view. The red wasn't as noticeable and the shiny snakeskin wasn't as overwhelming.
So now they're on the radar, but for $135 not a necessity. Plus I have the purple with yellow LA forces so I'm thinking I'll call these skip. But the textures are different so that thought is thrown at the window. My boy tells me he can get them for $81, so that entices me more, but I'm still not fully convinced. Until Black Friday. When all sense and rationale gets thrown out the window and the lunacy ensues. No, there weren't any fly pony hair jumpoffs this year.
I'm in Goliath when I see the purple piff (not really, but again, my alliteration obsession) on the wall with a 40% off sign, thus making them $81. No longer an eyesore, I grab the joints to do some last minute recon. As I'm holding them, I hear 2 dudes ask for an 11 and 11.5, my size. I didn't even get a chance to make a play on them. Uh oh. Call it territorial, call it mania, attack mode is instantaneously triggered. I run to catch Dee, malt liquor extraordinaire, as he returns from the stock room. Stop him and ask on the humble if that's the last 11.5. For those in the know, an 11.5 is pretty rare, and usually only 1 pair per size run. He nods affirmative. Ask if there are more 11s, he throws up the "3" sign. Seeing I want them he says I got you, hitting me with the box just as Jim Kelly used to place the pigskin in Thurman Thomas' bread basket.
Feeling like I just stole the last Linden's cookie from the cookie jar, I quickly sit on the bench in the back sliding the pair underneath, hiding all evidence. I don't turn around, feeling like I just snaked some dude for his kicks. Dudes make their way towards the back, me thinking I'm going to have a problem. Never that, they just want to know about DQM, so I hit them with the bullet points, they say good looks and leave me be. Do the right foot try on. All signals say go and I'm at the register. Rose bags them (What up Rose!!), AMEX debt increases, and I'm out the door. Once that cool November air hits, waking me from my semi-delirious sneaker blindness, I look at the kicks again and realize why I never liked them in the first place.
Fuck it, what's another pair of kicks? Just another albatross around my neck. Another nail in the coffin. But at least my feets will look oh so fresh.
I've been racking my brain to think of other kicks that might have looked wack upon first glance and then flipped the script on me. I'm coming up blank. However what you see below might fit the bill. Shits offended me on the wall, but after trying them on and feeling the rabbit ass on my toes, yo, I might need them in my life. It's a big step for me though. Hold my hand.
If you're in the NYC tonight be sure to make it out to Barbes in Park Slope to check the screening of Cease & Desist a.k.a. Ari can't talk about it directed by John Carluccio, responsible for treats such as Battle Sounds, Scratch and a variety of other documentaries and shorts ranging from hip hop, to art, to food and so on.
Cease & Desist follows the release of the Ari Menthol sneaker, one of the most hyped releases during the sneaker heyday of 2006. The sneakers had a strong likeness to the Nike Air Force 1, with packaging fairly similar to a pack of Newports. The hype grew, kids waited on lines, legal issues ensued and a creative concept turned into a headache for Ari Forman. Carluccio was there at the release and linked up with Ari years later to discuss the legal quagmire brought on by 2 corporate behemoths. Sneakerhead or not, the film touches on general issues ranging from the creative drive to push the envelope, the fickleness of trends, and the power of corporate America.
Here's a little taste:
This screening is part of the Brooklyn Independent Cinema Series.
Barbés 7 pm 376 9th St (at 6th Ave) Park Slope, Brooklyn (718) 965-9177
The hunt is over. For one pair at least. Still a couple more out there, but the white with safety orange trim from 2001 can be removed from the list. I saw it grazing in a valley and BLABOW!!!- blew it's motherfucking brains out. Nah- never that, because then the white would have stained. Just a little arsenic in the grass. A gentle death.
I loved this "pack" when they dropped back in '01. It's not fair to call them a pack because Nike wasn't branding it that way back then, but they would drop very similar kicks within the same time frame. I had the varsity blue and varsity reds. Never had the orange or the reeds- a khaki colorway. The leather on these is quality, and real leather. Lightly rippled and soft. The mesh lining has extra cushioning and provides more comfort than mostly any other AF1 I've worn. The simplicity is the appeal. No need to be loud. Just keep it cool baby, keep it cool. There was a pair on ebay for a while for close to $140 shipped. I must have watched it for a year until one day it was gone. And I kicked myself for weeks. I spend money on such bullshit, but when something I want is within striking distance I fall back. Makes no fucking sense. I guess the thrill of the hunt is the hunt, so by keeping it alive, I perpetuated the adrenaline rush every time I saw them there. Just a little psychoanalysis from your boy How. So when these appeared on the bay right before the Manifest Destiny trip I copped with the quickness.
They are worn. I admit it, I copped a pair of used kicks. But based on the pics and the price ($40 + shipping) I had to do it. The wear looked minimal, and it definitely was, however there is slight yellowing on the right sneaker. From experience I know this happens, especially to pairs from that era, but the pics looked clorox status. A flash can really be misleading. Whatever, I'm happy I have them and I just need to keep my eyes open for a brand new pair.
The fitted could have gotten top billing, but the kicks have an emotional attachment so they won out. But the hat. Tell me it isn't the flavors. I dare you. The good people at Pegasus- what up Juice and Aubrey- blessed the kid with this joint. Was it made for me? Maybe so, maybe no (cue Mayer Hawthorne now). But it was definitely meant to be rocked by me. Hickory Crawdads in a light brown (amber, caramel, mocha??) with an orange bill and button. Black H with the orange mudbug. I have no clue who created this logo- but I want to marry your daughter. No, seriously. Your genius must have seeped into her so our babies will be brilliant. I saw the design sheet for this months back and was expecting a darker brown, but was pleasantly surprised with this. Never had a cap this color and it matches these wildwoods I have to a T (please see below).
And since 1 isn't enough I had to double up. This time with the alternate jumpoff. Again, buttahfingas.
A claw clenching a baseball. Genius?? Apparently. A simple black and white cap is a necessity when you're trying to keep that swag under control. But hold on. This shit glows in the dark, no Kanye. Doesn't work too well though. Need to have it directly under a light bulb for a good minute just to get some illumination.
We're building a nice little family here. All get along. No snapping claws. Harmony.
"Yes Kanye, that was rude", says the divine one. But he forgives and still rocks the Kanye piece. When I saw this in Portland I literally SOLed, translated- Snickered Out Loud. My jargon is a bit too advanced for LOL. That shit was/is funny. I thought I couldn't cop it, but changed my mind midstroke. Must have been the Jewish thing. And who would have predicted the shit-storm that was to ensue. Not that Yetuda's (sounds so Semitic) track record says otherwise, but still. I never liked the dude, HATE 808s and Heartbreaks (right Dallas?), but can appreciate good music, which he makes from time to time. And his verse on "Run This Town" puts Jay to shame so my hate has been tempered as of late. Did I tell you I love Portland?
This shirt is more apropos but the hate is too blatant. I rather spit my vitriol quietly. Not to say I want to throw and duck, just no need to bleed hate because that shows weakness. Freshjive is HATING HARD, but in a healthy way. Go in, Go In!! I peeped this in Seattle, though I'm sure it's in NYC. The Pacific NW is killing the fashion game. NYC step your game up.
Now I finally have something to rock with my Yeezys. That shit just makes me a doper person. True indeed. I don't even know why I still own these. I made the easiest $150 when some sap, I mean cool dude, traded me (plus cash) the exact pair, exact size, because there was a tiny glue mark on his. I thought I was getting punked, but his boy said that he's really a lunatic and I tend to agree. I don't mean to badmouth an enabler of mine, but damn, this sneaker game is out of control. So if you need that 11.5 holla at me. But make sure the paper isn't Rav 4 status. Kanye would most definitely not approve. But we fucks with the bee stings. Holla at the itty bitty titty committee.
I guess we have a new series. And in order to progress it, I need to cop more Air Maxes- oh well. We dooos what we dooos. This might infringe on my Air Force pick-ups, or better yet my Wildwood acquisitions. Or as of late, my Asics jumpoffs. I need to diversify the portfolio so this might be a worthy venture.
A couple of weeks ago word began leaking about the retro of the Air Max 1 OG red and grey colorway along with the royal blue pair. I got a bit excited and was a bit surprised. These dropped as part of the History of Air pack in 2005. But you know how Nike does, if it sells, drop it, and drop it again. I didn't cop then because I had acquired a pair around '01- plus I didn't like the materials and construction of the new pairs- and the red wasn't as rich. Fast forward to 2009 and while I still have issues with the details and don't love the mesh material on the toebox, my pair has yellowed over the years and the left foot toebox is fucked up so a new pair was close to necessary.
So I'm at 21 Mercer and they just got them in- not even on shelves yet- so a size 12 was definitely available. You know that early feeling, like you're fucking with an exclu-si-vo, even if it's for 5 minutes- haha check me out family- I got that new shit that you ain't even up on. Pre-internet that might have been the case, but not today. 92 beans just made it easier. If they were $110 and up I still would have left with them but there would have been a little self-hate. Absolutely no self-hate here. In fact, I was pretty excited. These are just a dope summer shoe- and that bright white toe box is super crispy. Only problem is once that line of dirt appears you might as well hang these up. I'm looking for a cleaner or method that can clean the mesh- or maybe a shoe repair guy with some skills. For some reason whenever I treat the stain I make it worse.
Here is the pair from early 1999. Even though the sole has yellowed and the left toe box is kind of fucked up, they are still oh so fresh. How they were acquired makes them that much better. Back when I used to hit Fordham on a fairly regular basis, I'd always do the same route- hit the Fordham Ave. spots- Dr. Jay's, Freddy's, VIM's, an Indian spot or 2 and then hit the Concourse and hit all the spots down to Young Star by 188th St. Mimi's was the spot closest to Young Star- unfortunately they have recently shut down. The shelves were always packed with joints but the diesel Spanish dude would always talk your ear off. I need some peace and quiet when absorbing all the product. Anyway, I see these- fresh, crisp, and clean. I ask for a size 12, turns out the only pair they had was a 12.
I was shocked they had them since no other spot had them. That's when dude said they had just found them in the stockroom earlier that day. The label had fallen off the box and they had been sitting there for a minute, a long minute. At least a year plus. I'm sure they would have sold that day, I lucked out. They cost no more than $70 and I was out the door.
A quick comparison between the two. The '99 pair is a better representation of the '87 original. That said, even if I criticize the new pairs, I'm hyped to have them and have rocked them almost everyday since the purchase. To see an original pair- 1988 really, click HERE.
Air Max 1 Red- 1999 vs. 2009
1- The mesh on the '99 pair is similar if not the same as the original. A thicker, tougher, more matte finish, like real mesh. Not as shiny and smooth. 2- The older pairs fit much more snug. The heel is narrower and envelopes the ankle much better- shit feels locked in. The shoe itself is narrower, or at least feels that way. Sole to sole there is no difference so it must be the use of thicker/better/more materials. Many newer retros are roomier than their predecessors- the product isn't made with the same care. Mind you these were a performance sneaker in '87, the first of it's kind. 3- As mentioned earlier, the red isn't as rich. The red should be a blood red, the '09 and '05 versions are brighter.
4- The mudguard (red material running above the sole around the entire shoe) is thicker on the '99 version, and thinner on the newer version. I always considered this a chunky sneaker and the older versions exuded that with the tighter feel and look. The '99 version seems more compact, though the dimensions of each shoe are very similar. The newer versions are too low to the ground, too sleek. Also the toebox is flatter and bigger on the '09 pairs, almost boxy, while more rounded on the '99 pair. There is at least 1/2 an inch more material wrapping over the toe.
5- The '99 sole is all red, while the '09 pair is white, black and red- here the newer version copies the OG version, the red sole was only for '99. 6- The grey and red materials on the '99 pair and OG pairs were a nubuckish material while the '09 pair is felt, similar to the feel of a pool table.
6- The air bubbles in the '99 version are red while the '09 pairs are white. Not really the plastic air bubble, but the spring type structures in them. The 1987 OG pairs were white.
7- The lining on the tongue is red on the '09 pair and white on the other pair. Neither of the tongues are like the OG which had a stitched lining around the edge.
And last but not least, 8- The new pairs don't come with the Anatomical Arch Supports. I never used these but it was always cool to see them in the box, like the prize in Cracker Jacks.
The Air Max 1 is responsible for my get fresh on my feet steez. It was a dirty pair of Air Max 1s that made me switch things up and ultimately turn my swag on, no soulja boy. My co-worker/friend Kim T. commented on my dirty kicks- the exact pair you see above- and that was it- never again. I was into kicks back then, just not as OCD about maintenance. Nowadays I don't really care as much if a pair gets a little dirt, but absolutely nothing dogged- you never know who's watching.
When the royal blue pairs drop best believe I will tear them shits up. Literally, and literally.
The year and a half b(log)-day dogs. 18 months in the game. A good number- 18 = Chai = Life. We living family!! Any blog milestone is a personal one as my bday falls on the inception date. That means it's my half bday too. A great reason to head downstairs and order a pint or 2.
Rather than open presents (though I got one yesterday- peep HERE), I rather give them out. Howie Clause. I had wanted to do a best of /most listened to/my favorite shit in the '08 but procrastination got the better of me. And unless you strike immediately the timing would have been off. But 6 months later we can look back and see if these tracks have any lasting power. Shit, the way tracks come out every minute it's tough to keep up, and any track that warrants a rewind or second listen is a rarity. I'd say these have passed the test- some more than others. There were a couple more but I didn't want to OD, well extra OD since there's a lot of shit here. Hopefully the page doesn't take too long to load. We got joints all over the place- the shoot em up bang bangs to the baby I miss yous aka Beat it jerk. For the shit you never heard of, listen to it, because if I had the same attitude as that, which I have had in the past, I never would have gotten put on to some treats. Realest shit I ever wrote. Props to Nahright, 2dopeboyz, Smoking Section and whoever else lets me scoop up the goodies. Enjoy. Link for all tracks coming shortly.
Fuck it- this will also serve as the best of kicks and fitteds in '08 post. I'm hyped up right now. I might have to take my shirt off!! Go in! Go in! It's like a party at a sneaker/fitted gallery. Beats are bumping while you peep the buttafucos. Drinks are being served on the patio. No editorials- just pics.
Lose Your Life- Alchemist ft. Snoop Dogg, Jadakiss and Pusha T...I probably would have liked this with any trio of artists.
The Secret- AZ ft. Raekwon...Beat knocks heavy- real heavy with the ill screech- and Rae kills it with "drunk at the Gucci outlet, put it in your mouth bitch yum". That's level 7 thinking.
Fly- Blu...Album of '07 so he needed some shine in '08.
Man Listen- Buckshot & 9th Wonder...Man, listen. True story.
Lumdi- Camp Lo...Not Luchini status, but Smokey Robinson samples are worth a dap.
My Aura- Cam'ron...The OG and better version of Got it for Cheap off "Crime Pays". Killa!! Even on sabbatical dude still keeps it funky.
Still the Reason- Cam'ron...Horns please. "The bracelet, look down matching the Asics, hey prick, say it, I'm your favorite." What the world's been missing.
Lost it All- Cassidy...Dealing with the recent trials and tribulations. And the beats not too shabby.
Everywhere- Common...On some different shit, more on my uptempo steez (no glow stick status)- would be a better record without Common.
The Light '08- Common...Just Blaze took a classic and did his thing. You know I fucks with them hip hop love joints.
Shootin' Remix- Duo Live- ft. Billz, Joell Ortiz, Red Cafe, Uncle Murda & M.O.P....Professor X spitting from the grave. Anything with the Mash Out Posse gets props- especially when they're brought in the 9th to close it out.
My Conscience- Fat Joe ft. KRS One...I think I dig this joint more than Primo's That White. What??? Alchemist on the boards.
The Art Of Disrespekinazation- Heltah Skeltah..."Lip gloss stains on my dick from Lil' Mama, when I fucked Rihanna ain't use no umbrella, when the bitch have twins we naming them both Ella, Ella, Ayy, I'm just joking, maybe I'm not..." Awe-some.
Do You- J the S ft. Joell Ortiz...Don't know much about dude but the track is dope- flute in the background- and Joell always kills it.
From Now Till Then- Jadakiss...This should have been on the album, along with a slew of other joints. "Thinking bout when those were the best days, on the phone with shorty, while you ironing your clothes for the next day."
The Truth- Jake One ft. Freeway and Brother Ali...Sometimes the odd mix on paper work through the speakers. Most definitely on this joint.
Swagger Jackson- Jay Electronica...This dude's a bit too futuristic for me and 40 seconds of MJ talking is nuts, but this joint is mean, even if I don't really heed the lyrics. "Some blogs said you blew it, nigga fuck your blog, Jiggaman said you can't knock the hustle dog." Who me????
Ho- Jim Kahn...Hometown favorite from my boy Jim Kahn showing love to all the former ladies- listen close for the special HowFresh shout. What up Jim!! Be on the lookout in '09.
Move On- Joell Ortiz ft. Joe Budden...Oooweee on the beat.
Summertime in Brooklyn- Joell Ortiz...This track is always a win- then add this..."So I stay fresh and find a girl that's thinking what I'm thinking/ And give her back shots like I ain't feel like drinking." Wow.
1 Degree of Me- Just Blaze & Matt Fingaz ft. Game, Large Professor, Talib Kweli & Rahzel...No clue how I got it, and it doesn't really matter, cause it knocks. Dialog with the chick at the end is hilario.
L.O.V.E.- Keisha Shontelle ft. Illa Killa Chant & K-Hill...Another joint that appeared out of nowhere. Keisha did some work with 9th Wonder off Dream Merchants- Sunday- another banger.
Hardcore- Large Professor...Another ooooooweeee joint. Marco Polo on the production. This type of shit needs to happen more often.
From My Heart to Yours- Laura Izibor (DJ Premier Remix)...Yes.
Dr. Carter- Lil' Wayne...How could 2008 be documented without a mention of the Weezy F. Baby? He could doze off during one of his H-nods and the shit would still knock. H is for Holy Thursday.
Do The Right Thang- Ludacris ft. Common...Heard this in a gas station way uptown on Broadway. May have been the fumes that got me open, but the orchestra gets busy.
M.V.P.- Ludacris...I knocked the shit out of this when it dropped- 100 times a day status. Primo was back!!
Just Ain't Gonna Work Out- Mayer Hawthorne & The County...Mayer speaks the truth.
Make the Road by Walking- Menahan Street Band...Just listen. The entire album could be on this list.
Paper Planes remix- M.I.A. ft. Freeway...Until I heard this track I had no interest in hearing anything from M.I.A. I lost. Throw your guns in the air on this one!
And I Love It- Murs & 9th Wonder...9th Wonder still doing his thing.
Queens Get the Money- Nas...This is some rainy fall NYC nighttime shit. Jay Electronica did his thing on the beat, even with not one drum.
Get it Poppin'- Papoose...Papoose where'd you go? This is that summer time picnic shit. Buck, time to make that potato and macaroni salad.
Questions- Pete Rock ft. Royal Flush...Wow. Flush comes through on this joint. Another milk carton cat.
Once in a Lifetime- Raekwon ft. Mika...No crazy dusted Rae thoughts on this. Just some female issues. More of that heavy heart shit. Birds...
Necro- Raekwon ft. Ghostface...Only because Rae said "we bought the crib next to Bill Clinton's mother cause she fuck with the Chinese." Ghost kills it too. "She take a bone like a ribeye steak at Ruth Chris". I prefer the ribeye at Strip House.
Drop- Rich Boy...This shit should have blown up. Beat is BANANAS. BANANAS. BANANAS.
Here I Am- Rick Ross ft. Nelly...Hey, what can I say?
Jumping Out the Window- Ron Browz...Aw shit, Harlem stand up!! Fuck an autotune, that beat
The Roots- Get Busy ft. Dice Raw, Peedi Crakk & Jazzy Jeff ...I haven't fucked with the Roots in a minute, but this makes me want to revisit "Iladelph Halflife". Black Thought kills it and Peedi Peedi does a little Hoodratz rendition.
Universal Condition- S.O.U.L. Purpose ft. Murs...Just some real cool shit.
P's Up- Sean Price...He murked Jim on this one. "S-P-E-L-L very W-E-L-L illiterate rappers can't read fan mail, eating Alpha-bit Cereal but you can't spell, it's all over, good night, now ring the damn bell." Ding ding ding.
Good Love- Sheek Louch...That summer time shit. Where's the sun at? We sure as shit have the heat and humidity.
Streets of M.A.- Statik Selektah...Hate Boston but love the track.
So Good (Live From the Bar)- Statik Selektah...Another Statik banger. The dude can produce. Cop "Stick to the Script". One of '08's best LPs.
All I Need- Sterling Simms ft. Jadakiss...Damn, this was my joint. Thought it could take me to the next level but some people just don't get it. As always Jada comes through.
Understand Me- Style P ft. Wyclef...This joint warranted it's own post- that's how crack it is. Still knocks.
You might be wondering what you're venturing in to when you see a dude making out with a lobster. Crustacean kissing is only part of the repertoire. Enjoying good grub, hip hop, sneakers, fitteds, sports, the letter H, travel and NYC is what I do. Hopefully you'll get put on to something you were unaware of. If not, just enjoy the read. Any comments, suggestions, or food recommendations, hit me at HowfreshEats@gmail.com.
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