There are infinite possibilities, for asshole antics, in the Summer. You ain’t got no job, you ain’t got shit to do. Time to get weird. As a young bol let loose on the world, with a lil change, to get into something strange—you’re living the dream. Bask in that motherfucking glow.
High level misdemeanors, questionable romances, and heat await. It’s about to be Friday for three straight months. Break shit, for the fuck of it. Walk around with one button closed on your shirt, to let those three chest hairs blow in the wind. Luxuriate. Start your day, after most restaurants have ended their lunch specials. Take to the court in a jersey that says “death”, because you’re about to murder the game. Juggle hoodrats, hecates, hoochie mamas, highbrow babes, and church girls with devilish sides. When you pull shorty and her friend, call it a playa’s triple double.
When it’s too hot to live, maybe you stay on the stoop and let the adventures come to you. Dutch guts and empty 40s as tiny monuments, to days that can only be fully remembered by comparing notes with your crew. Storm the city, smelling like wealth; with cover, cab fare, and two drinks worth of cash in your pocket. End your night, while others are beginning their day. Do everything and nothing. Give life to the streets.