this morning #1152.

this morning, the block was already hot, poppin’ off with lots of thick cologne & a bevy of revving engines. shirts optional. if shirts are your option, then your collar must be popped. full stop. i know this scene probably sounds pretty sweet but, for me, it’s way past its expiration date. these weekly meetups used to mean something, an excuse to blow off some steam, show off our cars. now it’s like we’re just here out of habit. eventually, one of us is going to get bored with it all & decide that it’s time to shake things up. take things too far. race out their rage until someone gets killed. will i still be coming here when all that goes down? probably. these guys are my boys, after all.