Still got love for the streets.
Nonchalant just back from here, there and Elsewhere.*
Riding a that line between enjoying the bliss of watching a stranger fall in public and letting you know your back pack is open since 1986.
Grew up with a Hells Angel turned best dad of the 80's award winner and a Hippy Flowerchild revolutionist turned nerd Mom. Raised between the projects, gunshots, burning cars, and never leaving the house to the a beach town where we didn't lock the door, you heard frogs at night, we earned our stitches and broken bones, and we came home with the streetlights. Native, Son.
Badass, assertive, polite, and with conviction. Somewhere between walking on the street side of the sidewalk and throat grabbing. I'm refined, kinda.
*mucho bonus points if you know what I'm referring to.