“You don’t know what Ghostface has? He hallucinates, he hears voices like kill your mom, kill your mom. He has to be medicated because he has homicidal thoughts.’ So a month goes by, and I would edit all day, and Ghost would just chill at my house until we finished. A month later, I’m with my girlfriend in the backyard, and the cat starts going fucking crazy and starts digging into the dirt. We dig up a bucket of fried chicken. Ghost buried a bucket of Kentucky Fried Chicken in the backyard.”
(Source: realniggatumblr)
coney island (if only beaches still had benches…)
trainhoppers goin hard in bangladesh
separating conjoined twins, sometime back in the day
chair in the air (fuck the police)
hoe what you doin in that light bulb
comic book supervillain
aint no fuckin around, its PA the hard way
kabul
the dark side of the pancake, part II
vintage mugshots
somewhere under the ice
serves ‘em right
