Back in 1987 I was told that I needed glasses because I sat too close to the t.v., which was only because my dad would get these Tom & Jerry bootlegs from West Germany and I wanted to make sure I caught every last second of it.  We left in 1989.  The wind of change propelled us westward where art, music, fashion and money hold each other hostage in the name of culture. 

This is my block.  It's called Hope Street, which is a really funny name because hope is pretty much all it has going for it (as well as this awesome trailer, a construction site, and lots of crack viles).   

This is me and my friend Ryan.  I don't drive but if I could put a bumper sticker on my bike, it would definitely be this one! (look very, very closely)