Ahh spring. When a young man’s fancies turn to awwhatthefuckisthis?
Looking over the B-More suburbs.
In the ghettoooooo.
Blue skies on the way.
Watch out for these camouflaging bastards.
OK. We’re done here.
I’m sorry DC, but my mom says we can’t be friends anymore. She says you are a bad influence on me.
In honor of my visit to Jay and Silent Bob’s Secret Stash.
This is getting out of hand.
DC is cool with the self love.
