mid the chaos of that day, when all I could hear was the thunder of gunshots, and all I could smell was the violence in the air, I look back and am amazed that my thoughts were so clear and true, that three words went through my mind endlessly, repeating themselves like a broken record: you’re so cool, you’re so cool, you’re so cool
There are many strange legends in the Amazon. Even I, Lucas, have heard the legend of a man-fish.
Some kind of instinct. Memory of what they used to do. This was an important place in their lives.
Either they don’t know, don’t show, or don’t care about what’s going on in the hood.
No, if anyone orders Merlot, I’m leaving. I am NOT drinking any fucking Merlot!
Frankly, you’re beginning to smell and for a stud in New York, that’s a handicap.
crash/burn 