The early pictures of me you see online, in just T-shirts and hoodies - I'm still that guy with the hoodie. But what you don't get to see in most of those pics is that I had these red clogs on that had, like, eyeballs on the ends of them that I drew on. That speaks a little bit more to what I was going after, stylistically.
Sometimes I go crazy - get into a mindspace where it doesn't matter what I spend. Like, on impulse, I might buy a $600 Dolce t-shirt, you know, just because it's silk and maybe there's some suede leather detailing. Or two of my favourite hoodies, I don't even know the brand, but they're' very thin soft cotton. $300 apiece!
We look at young black kids with a scowl on their face, walking a certain way down the block with their sweatpants dangling, however, with their hoodies on. And folks think that this is a show of power or a show of force. But I know, because I've been among those kids, it ultimately is fear.
Four girls about Mira's age were standing out on the deck on the upper level of the ferry. They were wearing hoodies, sweatpants and jeans. One of the girls was staring at the screen on her phone. She was talking. He called, but then said he wasn't going to come out or whatever. They sipped out of Starbucks cups and bottles of water. The wind was in their hair and the sun was in their eyes. Because they were alive I wished they were dead.
Those East Coast rich kids are a different breed, on a fast track to nowhere. Your friends in Seattle are downright Canadian in their niceness. None of you has a cell phone. The girls wear hoodies and big cotton underpants and walk around with tangled hair and smiling, adorned backpacks. Do you know how absolutely exotic it is that you haven't been corrupted by fashion and pop culture? A month ago I mentioned Ben Stiller, and do you remember how you responded? 'Who's that?' I loved you all over again.
Did you want to change into something more comfortable?' Adrian asks with a raise in his eyebrows, breaking me out of my train of thought, but not away from naughty thoughts. I smack his knee. 'I'm comfortable, but I know you're not.' He doesn't mind dressing up, but on most days I see him in casual clothes like screen-printed tees and hoodies. 'You're right, ' he says, tapping my knee lightly, standing up. As he walks toward the hallway, he slips his shirt off the rest of the way. I can't look away from the sight, even if it is only from the back. Damn. What is happening to me? Have I gone mad? Before I can tear my eyes away from him, he turns around. Judging by the look in his eyes, I've been caught. I have so been caught. Damn again. I didn't want him to see me practically drooling. It's too late for that now. He smirks. 'You know, I could spend the rest of the night just like this.' He places a hand to the hard muscles of his chest. I clear my throat, trying really hard not to imagine my hand in place of his, and say, 'If I'm wearing clothes, you're wearing clothes.' 'So if I'm not wearing clothes... ' I grab a coaster from the coffee table and fling it at him. He catches it in his hand. 'Just remember, all you have to do is say otherwise.
TRUE, TRUE, YO HOLLYWOOD GOT A LOT OF KIDS TWISTED JUMPIN IN AND OUT OF LIMO'S THINKIN IS HIS ASS REALLY GIFTED THE ONLY GIFT Y'ALL POSSESS IS WORKIN WITH THE TRIPLE SIX'S Y'ALL DISGUISE YOURSELF WITH BANDANAS AND DIAMOND NECKLACES MOSTA Y'ALL CAN'T EVEN GO BACK TO THE HOOD WHERE Y'ALL GREW UP ACTIN LIKE Y'ALL DRINK ALCOHOL AND ALL Y'ALL DO IS THROW UP TALK ABOUT WHEN Y'ALL BLOW UP Y'ALL GONNA VISIT THE PROJECT FLOORS BUT THE LAST TIME THEY SAW Y'ALL WAS 1984 NOW Y'ALL WONDER, WHY THEY GOT ALL HOODIES SCREAMIN "FREEZE" GET OUT THE NAVIGATOR, GODFATHER III'S IN THE DVD THEY HOPPIN, THEY TAKE YOUR CAR FOR A SPIN IT'S COLD OUTSIDE SO ALL YOU FEEL IS THE WIND THERE'S NO CELLY PHONE, SO YOU CAN'T PHONE HOME OH LORD, HERE COME THOSE CRIMINALS MALEEG & JEROME HE A RAP ARTIST NOW YOU LOOK SHOOK LIKE THAT MOBB DEEP SONG I'M SURPRISED, CAUSE ON ALL Y'ALL RECORDS YOU WAS AL CAPONE AND COME TO FIND OUT THAT YOU NEVER HELD A CHROME AND YOU ESCAPED THE DRAFT AND NEVER BUST A SHOT IN VIETNAM NOW YOU STANDIN IN THE FORM AMONGST THE CHILDREN OF THE CORN LIKE THE SUN OF MAN STOOD WITH A CROWN MADE OF THORNS THE ONLY DIFFERENCE IS FOR YOU THERE'LL BE NO RESURRECTION CAUSE IT'S A TRAFFIC JAM, THEY GOT YOU LOCKED UP IN A INTERSECTION