Ok so, I admit it. I was way late to class.
A little over 42 hours ago, I was asking that very question.
But I'm a quick learner.
and know I know.
So here's the scenario. It's Saturday afternoon and Harriet's BackYard Couture is heating up nicely. Folks are having a good time, the punch is flowing and all is gravy. But 2 hours and 20 gallons of rum punch later, folks are standing around me scowling & pointing like I'm wearing a scarlet letter...
The blue jugs are EMPTY!
So I gather the troops and we're off in search of the biggest bottle of Captain Morgans we can find. ..Too bad cause the sidewalk show is about to start...oh well!
We are on our way back with bags of ice, gallons of rum, juices, and all kinds of other extras and I hear the two oldest instruments know to man. The voice and the drum....and damn it's LOUD!!
I'm tight. Mad. Upset. Now I'm rushing back to find out what the hell is going on, and where is Ngozi and why is she not stopping this madness! Cause whoever this HEAVy is, they are gonna get our shit shut down! (I'm three blocks away on loud ass, busy ass, Flatbush avenue and I can hear them clear as day)
By block 2 I've stopped cursing and started nodding my head.
By the time I get to the corner it's a wrap.
The musics got me trapped.
Liquor, ice, juice, hamburger buns, change... everything gets dropped ,right there on the sidewalk and it's on... MASH UP THE PLACE!
That's heavy.
Now Meet HEAVy.
Now Meet HEAVy.
P.S. Check out these amazing photos of HEAVy @ BackYard Couture by Richard Louissaint
XOXO
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