Moker's Midnight Musings
Not often do I snap a shameless pic of my food for the ‘gram before I devour my plate. Whether it be a lush 5-star rack of lamb or a mere green eggs and ham, your phone shouldn’t and doesn’t “eat first.” Naw, Most of the time my preference leans towards observation of keen table manners and I’ll keep the linings of my stomach humble & in-house, Thank you very much. But there’s something about chillen so hard with the homies that makes a boy think and say…"Damn, I'm high and love y'all." Im talking: huffin’ heavy on loud, chain smoking black and milds, and sipping on the most heavenly of spirits—on a school night, mind you—that makes a man go, fuck it. Imma post it a pic of the spread Yolo, ya know? If Meta, X, or anyone else doesn’t bear witness to my frivolous, yet natural, desire for self expression and creation… then I simply cannot go to sleep soundly. When the Girlies take bathroom selfies, they critique, s...
