Hello Tonichi

whiskey loaded beats and lyrical feats all between these wrinkled sheets

s p a c e there is a silence that suffocates to wash down the noise a balance of self destruction  between crisp white sheets and pretentious choices

When I was younger, my summers were spent in the backseat of the family Nissan with my mama blasting Billy Joel (greatest hits album on cassette, of course!) on the radio and my papa behind the wheel. My sisters and I used to swim way past pruny fingers and toes, during high noon, grumpily complaining when our parents would tell us to get out of the water.  I guess in a few ways, we've grown up a little bit because our road trips now aren't for coming back to the city seven shades darker, but for some good ol' R & R. :D