Was about drunken fools, and I say that in the nicest way possible. I live in West Philadelphia, you know, where Will Smith is from (“In west Philadelphia born and raised.
On the playground was where I spent most of my days. Chillin’ out maxin’ relaxin’ all cool and all shootin some b-ball outside of school). Also called University City, Drexel and UPenn are blocks from my apartment. With the weather really turning this week, the college kids emerged from hibernation. Instead of partying inside, like they did all winter long, they brought the party to the outdoors, barbecuing, dancing (barefoot), and drinking in the streets and at their doorstep. They partied all day and night long too (they love day drinking). It was really funny when I went to Allegro’s to grab a slice of pizza and when I walked up to the door, a nineteen-year-old (or somewhere around that age) stood by the entrance, swaying back and forth. “He’s way past .08,” I thought. And what was he wearing? Doesn’t he know that highlighter sleeveless tanks were so MTV a la 1990s. Time to move, graduate, and step up your wardrobe to kiddo.
