I had the melody of this song in my head, thanks to ma dukes I found the song online. Feels so good.

I’m at the bus stop waiting for the 25 to head downtown to go to Newark Penn Station. Late night, about 7:30pm I would say, when a familiar face from my neighborhood approaches me with this here camera. Ofcourse, I knew what he was trying to do before he even said a word. “Let me see that” I said. I scoped it out for a bit and brushed him off with a “Nah, I’m good” as I would usually do. The 25 arrives, I hop on it. I couldn’t stop thinking about this camera. I wanted it. I hopped right off at the next stop and ran down the block. “You said 5 dollars right?” “Come on man give me 10.” The guy pleas. ” “I’ll give you 7.”

It comes to my attention after googling this here structure that these are “toy cameras” made in Japan that pretty much just have 2 exposures equipped with a nice flash. I really like the appearance to say the least. It has a nice vintage look. I already started taking pictures with it. Let’s see how they come out. I’ll most likely use the camera as prop for a photo series. Stay tuned. Great visuals on the way.

Flight 100, Paper planes, will help you through the rain.

Elevate through this game, I can do without the fame.

But, you can’t take one without the other…

Still maintainin’ my sane, never changed…

Keep it one hundred, on Flight 100.

One of the many benefits of having a photographer as your significant other is well, pretty damn good photos whenever you want. The goal was set out to crash the homie Broken Pen’s crib to lay down our single “Go Dumb” (which will be hitting these blogs by Monday). Expect a video for that too.

I figured it would be dope to add another aspect to this here blog of mine so, I had the wondrous Nakeya B. document our whole Saturday.

We started out trekking to the local bodega around the corner from my house to pick up a few items for dinner later on in the night. Made a few stops here and there as you can see. Random walls, churches, and running into my brother from another mother T Boog on the 28 to Newark Penn Station. Food, music, adventure, homies, love, faith, and grind all rolled into visuals. Get out and do something. Make something out of nothing.

“Ridin’ the 25” Newark, NJ 2009 By Yours Truly

Three Days Old

Today the bus is quiet
9pm on a Sunday night
Most folk are at home.
Everyone sits silently with
Tunnel vision stares
Lost in technology.
The mixing of soft tunes
Rap and reggae intertwine
Dancing to their melodies.
The poignant stench of
Sweet perfume
And week old burnt incense
Permeate the seats
The air.

The bus roars on
With screeching brakes
Overworked, over used.
And long over due for a break.
Mimetic of its passengers
Mimetic of me
Old lottery tickets rest peacefully on the floor
Inscriptions of endless love mark the windows
And even though on the outside
This bus is red,white, and blue.
The inside is Black.
Seats, floors, cushions and riders
Echoing the darkness of the night.

- Nakeya B.

A night time stalker. Nocturnal as can be. I’ve been functioning like owls and bats for sometime now but, I do overall prefer the night time over the day time. I can’t even begin to tell you where it comes from. Tired and sleepy during the early morning and evening hours to, wide awake as soon as the sun goes down. I’m just a NJ transit bandit on the move. I keep these trains in business.

Shouts to the homie Theo for setting this up. Expect some musical greatness from us two. Peep his tumblr here.