Shots With The Po Po
The show is hardcore and raw. Warning: if you don't like bad words, outlaw liven', leather, long hair, marijuana, prison, tequila, bikes, tatoos, porn stars and violence - this show is not for you. For the others who don't mind, tune in. Ladies, you'll have the added pleasure of watching Jax Teller in action. Charlie Hunnam is so believable as Jax Teller, it's hard to believe in real life he's English and a screenwriter.
I felt like an outlaw yesterday when I ventured deep into Brooklyn, to Bushwick. It's a up-and-coming neighborhood, that's still on the "up." I've been to Bushwick before, but this time, I did a more extensive visit of wandering around. A lot of hipsters have moved to the area and every now and then you'll find a cute coffee shop, whiskey lounge, upscale restaurant or clothing boutique. It would have been nice to find a coffeeshop, as opposed to a coffee shop (if you know what this means, call me and let's hang out). Most of the bars are hole-in-the-walls, Jax would be happy there.
It's a rough neighborhood, but I like the raw feel of it, it makes for great photos. I like to pretend I'm a real photographer when I pull out my #HTC and start snapping. Street fashion is always fun to look at. The heat brings out a minimalist style and I saw alot of black of course, mixed in with some fashionistas, bums wearing old clothes, old men with wife-beaters and kiddies everywhere in bathing suits. I love when the kids play in the fire extinguishers, it looks like a lot of fun. I know my son would have a field day. When there isn't a pool nearby, this works.
The sun was blazing hot, you could fry an egg on the sidewalk. I don't recall the sun being so hot in summer's past. I'm not going to complain though, it's better than 14 degrees. After the winter we had, I will not start whining. The intense heat blasts feel as though the sun is extra close to the earth. I know it's not true and that it's just global warming. Can you imagine how hot the sun will feel in say, twenty years? Oh my goodness. We'll probably be living on the moon by then anyway.
I heard this blasting from a car yesterday:
recognize girl jay to the z