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I grew my hair long, because I could…

I remember a group of japanese girls, staring at me like I was Jesus walking into the underground.

I also remember cops destroying my negatives roll because I had’nt the right haircut and I should have had drugs in my pockets.

When my dreadlocks time was over I shaved it all off… and I became a good boy again.

Old people weren’t afraid of me anymore and cops talked to me as I was their equal.

The habit makes the monk.

DreamZ wearing Oakley Moon with gold iridium lenses.

They thought this boy was autist or dumb.

I’ve eaten with his parents a few times. The television was always screaming and his parents weres always screaming too, anybody’s talking too loud for normals ears.

You couldn’t speak in these conditions, so the boy never spoke.

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