Happy birthday to my homie and my ace, ELLE…an amazing and bright little lady from the South who came up North and brought laughter to everyone she met!
Our friendship seemed like an unlikely one, but before I knew you were like my sister form another mister. You get me and support me, while constantly making fun of me and yet not judging me. Thank you for always being there, giving great (and sometimes suspect) advice and tear-jerking motivational speeches. Oh and thanks for reminding me that I “dodged a Virginia ham sized bullet”, true that. HOES FOR LIFE.
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Although ELLE had planned her birthday jam at BROOKLYN BOWL a week ahead of time, my FLU came on unexpectedly the day prior. After missing her birthday 2 years in a row, I couldn’t make this the 3rd. I got up out of my sickness euphoria and hit the cold streets of NEW YORK. I think my delirium helped…
*My mom gave me whiskey shots as a kid when I was little and bed-ridden with the flu. It seemed to work then…
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The inappropriate FRIED CHICKEN FACE. Every race makes it when they bite into a piece from BROOKLYN BOWL, trust!
