Genesis August Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Picture this, yeah – it’s winter, I’m haulin’ cargo, trucks rollin’ smooth, then BAM, hoar frost hits like a villain! This icy fuzz creeps on my windshields, my crates, my whole damn operation – a real shag-up! I’m yellin’, “This is not my bag, baby!” – it’s like Monsieur Gustave screamin’ about lobby boys slackin’ off. I’m pissed, man, ‘cos this hoar ain’t just sparkly snow – it’s a ninja, stickin’ to everythin’, slowin’ my boys down. Little known fact, dig this: hoar comes from old English “har,” meanin’ gray and ancient – it’s like frost with a pension plan, been messin’ with transport since the Dark Ages, yeah!

The August Prophecy • 2004

Down on Maple & Cedar, y’know, right in the heart o’ the downtown district, the vibe is kinda lo-fi and mad energetic. Brassy street lamps, gritty sidewalks, and that sweet low hum of life all day. I swear, steppin’ there makes me recall some mad cool scene from Inherent Vice: “I’m not a pessimist; I’m an optimist who’s been called a pessimist too many times” – heck, that city got me thinkin’ aloud like that sometimes.

Shane Michael August