how weak...

...last...week. fuck i know im late, but sue me for being busy...and lazy.
anyways, the crew and friends went to nyc on july 4th weekend. so here we go.

how ed wanted to start it off at the airport

hotel room

foreshadowing





july 4th night. over a million people easily on just our side of the hudson alone













wheres waldo



the coolest fuckin bathroom ever. those bambo stick things were the actual faucet!







lmao. this is where zivan bought a "mexico" belt. only to take a closer look at the hotel to see the mexican "eagle" look more like a bear/bape logo. thats what you get on canal sucka



zivan's shoes after a night of drinking and shitting out of his mouth



this is where a couple brothas from the street hustled zivan. 1 had a fake ass mtv microphone, another had a fake ass headset on, and another played as a rising rap artist. all 3 approached zivan as a unit claiming to be filming a live show on mtv. how exciting! mr. microphone told zivan they wanted him to be on the show, to look up into some random ass building window and say hi to the camera (that wasnt even there), and say a couple lines for mtv and the "rapper." the "rapper" then proceeded to sign a cd for zivan! OMG so lucky! now all you need to do mr. zivan-the-tourist is give us 7 bucks for this and its all yours! what happened? well zivan told me later that week that the album wasnt all that bad. maybe because it says "to: z-money" along with that autograph









show canal st. how you're shinin ed!



that shit aint even fair. i almost busted on the tour bus