Farewell, Summer 2009.

Summertime, land of honeys in their skimpy outfits. Dude's rockin' hightop fades, J's and ball shorts. And the children run around the spurring fire hydrants on their blocks. That time of the year where the crime rate is excessively high. That time of the year where you can rush into your local pharmacy to soak up some of that cool A.C breeze. That time of the year, where you're in A.C, soaking up the breeze. That time of the year, ah yes. Unfortunately, there comes that time of the year, where we must give up our wife beaters for cardigans, our cargo shorts for pants, because fall is settling in, and that means school is back in session.

Our story. Just a small group of friends that reside in the southern region of urban Philadelphia. A group of friends, who does not care about what eachother is wearing. Doesn't care what music eachother is listening to. It didn't matter if we rode a fixie or carried a DSLR on our necks for no apparent reason. We were who we were. Outcasts in your land, rulers in ours. We figured, this may be the last time where we'll all have the liberty to freely get together and cause shenanigans for a very long time. Some of us are headed off to college, some of us are going to pursue our dreams as professional dancers, some of us Halo 3 online tournament champions and some of us engineers. So we held a BBQ, at our local FDR park across the stadium. I selected few of the many pictures photographed that day. Here is the aftermath.

Meet Mr.Ky Cao

The Man, The Myth, The... Wait, wtf?

This guy, maybe you've seen him balling at your local court hustling children for some extra cheese, perhaps you've seen him at the beach spending time with his family. One thing's for certain, you'll find him at Abakus.

South Philadelphia's very own CAPA honor roll student grew up on the block of 15th and Tasker. Cao (26, pictured at top left) is not surprisingly one of the most interesting person(s) to have entered my life. Upon working that 3am-12am, Cao, racked up enough savings to combine together with his long time business partner and friend, to open up one of the dopest stores to ever touch Philadelphia grounds.

Ladies & Gentleman, Ky himself.

If I were to openly express my love for this man, it would be utterly homosexual. Ky is multi-talented. Dope ass artist, dope ass baller, dope ass eye for style. But most importantly, he's real as shit. When you see him, you'll find his hat cocked sideways and is pants sagged all the way down. This is not a front, it is who he is. And he is, who he says he is. He doesn't listen to Lil Wayne, nor does he jerk. He openly admits that he likes the Beatles and that he's a family man. His dope as personality and conversation skills makes him the person to be around. I remember when I first met him, with his tat still vaselined up, we had some small talk here and there. But his consistency in asking me questions about myself wasn't at all irritating. It was quite amusing because he actually took the time to make it look like he cares. Haha, anyways, enough bullshitting. This man, dope as shit, end of story. PEACE.

P.S. I can't help but laugh at the first pic.

PIC OF THE DAY:

Meet Gage Kay.

My bike riding partner, drinking buddy, fellow anti-christ, my good friend.

P.S: He didn't want his bulging dick exposed.