Chuuuuuuuuuuuuuurch.

If Roses grow in Heaven, Lord please pick a bunch for me. Place them in my Grandother’s arms and tell her they’re from me. Tell her I love her & miss her, and when she turns to smile, place a kiss upon her cheek & hold her for awhile. Because remembering her is easy – I do it every day, but there’s an ache within my heart that will never go away…

No, it’s not actual denim. No, there aren’t any actual holes, rips, or tears. Yes, I’m actually wearing these [don't even front like it's not THAT hot outside]. “100% heavy microfiber boardshorts. Allover faux denim panel print.” It’s a PRINT. A freggin’ PRINT! Insight Stone Free Boardshort.

Layered Polo & Boat Shoes all day everyday, circa ‘87. Fila hand me downs, to early sneaker hunting – way back to Knick games in the crib, staring in awe at the vibrant uniforms and out-of-this-world kicks & basketball stars. I thank you.

…but, I do know why I don’t want to.

…to the lives of Gliceria Batacan, Erlinda Licup, Maribel Buzeta, and Yolanda Romeo.
…to the end of a tiresome, yet memorable year.
…to my cousins, the only ones who knew the true meaning of support.
…to growth and progression.
…to being officially available at stores.
…to moving out.
…to true friends that keep me in check.
…to my eyes & ears everywhere in this world [you saved my life]
…to Epiphanies.
2009, it’s over between us – I’m done with you.
Il vaut mieux faire que dire.
¡Salud!

…and you miss every freggin’ bus possible.



An experience I’ll never forget, more bounce & bass than I ever expected, and a performer that’s more OG than you’ll ever be. Dope lasers, crowd surfing by the 2nd song, crowd WALKING by the 3rd, and an opening act doper than your average (Amanda Blank, you fuckin hottie, GET OVER HERE!).