young bols, OG's, & vagrancy

i met tafai (SOE)
while i was busking on east ave in rochester during jazz fest
he was intently watching while i played freight train
i immediatley liked him
then he told me he too wanted to busk and i completley put walls up and was not at all interested in encouraging him, as i was already dealing with about 10 new teenagers with modern baseball tshirts and vans playing vance joy songs on ukelaylee  b/c they thought busking would be a fun thing to try out
meanwhile i was tryin to hustle up skratch to hold down my first place i'd had keys to in years.
but i ended up runnin back into him on the coffee shop curb scene
and he ended movin into the bohemian non residential downtown building with a cool landlord that matthew corey and me were turning into an art collective.
soe ended up in a windowless room, working restaurant jobs, playing mean guitar, singing with an uncertain voice, depressed, talking about suicide, worshipping his idols that died young, and diving back into a nasty drug habit.
one night he came into my room talking suicide- and i was like dude hit the fucking road
he'd always wanted to- but he'd been shut down by psuedo friends who we're trapped in their own fear to live and told him he'd get killed b/c he was black.
well he made it to cali- came back with a spirited voice
and is bout to drop an album hes recording in the storage closet he's living out of.
and im honored to be featured on this track called "leaving/vagrancy laws"

train rider disclaimer.

never, ever, take a girl riding trains who is the type who would then proceed to get with some basic square, shallow, mommas boy who uses the term "hobo" like it's a bad thing or derogatory term... she doesn't deserve the experience. there's no sure fire formula for predicting if she's the type but you can usually sense it.

(((photo- n.cal nbd UP almost to Dunsmuir. film with water damage)))