Smells Like Children |
Brooklyn's the name, being the shit is the game. |
I’m not sure if you guys can tell. But my new icon shows myself and York a large collections of months back. One arm is thrown behind his head, and I know you can’t tell, but the other is holding on to some of my hair. His own hair is poorly-straightened by none other than yours truly.
He’s making a rather strange, humorous face.
I have some great pictures of my uncle, but I’m not sure if he’d like you to see them all.
I can’t wait to go home Sunday.
