Departure/Are You Watching Closely (Jay Electronica)

Things Done Changed (The Notorious B.I.G.)

The Come Up (AZ)

La La La (Lil’ Wayne)

This Year (The Mountain Goats)

Side Two: We Learned How To Ollie

On Colt 45 Malt Liquor and That’s It

Homecoming (Atmosphere featuring El-Producto)

Lost in the Supermarket (The Clash)

Crushed Bones (Why?)New Entry

Weak Become Heroes (The Streets)

Infrared Roses (Eyedea & Abilities)

Connor and Meredith are twins, born in New Orleans, raised in New Orleans. They will forever remain faithful to New Orleans.  In the sixth grade they begged their mother to take them shopping down on North Peters.  Meredith got a NY Giants starter jacket, while Connor himself got the N.O., that’s the Saints.

            Connor and Meredith grew bigger. On Saturday mornings they would go north on Claiborne Avenue to an arcade and trade swigs from a bottle all bitter and clean.  They soon gained a crew that was one of the flyest, they were like the Al-Qaedas. They’d split the blunt up, you know the come up.

            One day the two were filming trains by the tracks on Tchoupitoulas, smokin on stink, sippin on drink.  A friend came running over out of breath and told them that Meredith’s best friend, Connecticut Minni with the East Coast accent, had just been killed. It was right then that the two of them decided to band together, leave New Orleans and move to New York by themselves.They went on I-10 east bound, to Manhattan, NYC, yes sir that’s rap land. Goodbye Katrina, and hello Brooklyn, ba-ba-baby. 

            They made a home for themselves in an apartment deep in unspoiled fringes of Brooklyn where the forties still cost $1.99.  They smoked cigarettes on the promenade, for lack of better action. Any given late night, they could be found writing in their moleskins on the F train to Stillwell, headed home to share a bowl of Machiavelli and Cheese.

            One day a friend from Roosevelt Island asked if Connor and Meredith wanted to make the trek over.  They decided it was worth it for a plastic cup of Cold Duck and a relaxed social environment.  When they got there the meatheads started wiling, so they jetted from the section.  It was too late:  Connor’s aesthetic wasn’t their style so he was bashed to redesign it.

After that night they decided to skip the country, the continent, all together.  They moved to North London where they again shared an apartment but began to grow apart.  Meredith got involved with the club scene, hanging out with the kids on Wiz and the darlings on Charlie.  Her mind sloshed round the washing up bowl in her crown and she ate from that Chinese take away selling shit-in-a-tray.  Connor became one of the riders in the train who hides cocaine in his sheltoes, wearing navy-blue hoodies and khakis, as was the style that year.

            Now, Connor and Meredith don’t know if they’ll ever be as happy as they were in the seventh grade, before the guilt of having no goals ate their lives away.  Each day introduced them to something they hadn’t experienced yet.  They traded A’s for F’s to experiment with drugs and sex.  See, heaven isn’t some place we go to when we die, it’s that split second in life, when we actually feel alive.