Sterling and I went to the local liquor store to get some delicious delectables. We grabbed a few snaps on the way.
Shredding the gnar down Lake Shore. Never scared of going too fast - once clocked him at over 30 mph easily from my car knowing I'd seen him go faster nights before.
This guy had an old-ass pair of Etnies on with no laces --
"What kind of shoes are those?" "Just bum shoes. What's in the case?"
"You mean to tell me that you don't sell individual glasses of carrot juice?" --
"Sir, I wouldn't have even parked here.."
I've seen this guy over a million times. He crosses the street every time the light is green obsessively.