how to stunt.

Tonight is Jeremy's birthday. He's thirty-two now and is aging like Sean fucking Connery. We are celebrating and listening to some ol ninety eight jams. The clouds are gathering, and the heat is breaking. The second wind of summer is about to crack open, and the horoscopes say that this whole mercury in transition thing is about to be over for now. But forget a mercury, you can't stunt in those. You can stunt on a puch 10 speed though. My rims is seven-hundred cm. Rust colored. The competition getting dust-covered. Off-whites and V-necks are the uniform. Vans are the kicks until the wallys come back (or until the bread does). Sweat is in. So is two-wheel transport. For the fall? Remixes. Remixes. Remixes. Please prepare.

Jams.