For the Homies

I’m sitting here listening to Cypress Hill and I can’t help but flash back to my younger days growing up here on the lovely West Coast. This takes me back to riding in the back seat of my friend’s older brother’s car. It was a blue Honda, and he used to speed down the 10 bumping his Cypress Hill tapes while weaving in and out of traffic. I remember the feeling the wind in my hair and the pure excitement of being out having fun. I had so many good times with my girls getting drunk at parties, hooking up with a guy, and then throwing up from drinking too many Strawberry Hills or 40s. That shit was fun.