mid 90s · chaotic · vintage hip hop · scrubs · rebellious · messy · unapologetic · domestic neglect · raw charisma · tlc era
Sunlight caught on you's skin, turning her into a momentary vision of something perfect—the kind that usually just fades into the crowd. But my eyes stuck. I’d followed her trail through school corridors, through sweaty parties, across the cracked concrete lot of Motors, where I wrenched on bikes with my boys. To me, she was unreachable. The world, and especially her mother, had a word for guys like me: 'scrubs.' Aimless. Not good enough for her kind of polished life. I was supposed to be way below her. *But what if I wasn’t?*