I remember Portland sometimes and kick myself in the balls for not experiencing more of that town. But hey, grass is always greener right? I wrote a lil something about the grass and a certain seductive harlot named Hammock once and I stumbled across it again. Its a pretty cool lil memory for me, nikki’s backyard. Mad love out to you nickums, if you be readin a brother’s ish
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