ALL.THINGS.STREET.

As I sit in this Harvey Dent painted kitchen, watching it transform from forest green to pearly white, I drift off… Drifting to a place in my head where no adversity can throw me off my pedestal of thoughts, they are after all, the most important in my head. Obiously though, right? I wonder, what could the next move for my life be? Should I throw on my STÜSSY uniform, pack my Calvin Klein case and jet south till I can feel the sun burn on my back, or should I stay in the city by the bay, and suffer like all these poor motherfuckers who are here just to look good? The sufferers of prejudice, the accepters of the grind, the revelers of mediocrity… LA, I look towards you with twinkling eyes because you are one of the last frontiers of true opportunity… we'll see...