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This post of mine from a year ago, and I thought it was important to share again. And I can definitively say, this picture tears my heart right out of my chest because at this moment, I don't wish to be anywhere else but hanging with these lil nuggets in the African dirt - because I feel a strange sense of belonging in that world; one I don't in this one 😔🙏🏽❤️ June 26, 2016:
#MotivationMonday: Do it for everyone who doesn't have a voice; who isn't lucky enough to be in your position - to have what you have, to do what you can, or to be where you are - but believes regardless that they are blessed, and in turn, appreciate every. little. thing. 🙏🏿❤️ (#reppin@andresogward & @andreberto all the way in #Ghana,#Africa👌🏾😎)
Re-hyped on life when i hang out with this one. One of my first #SF friends when I moved here 9 years ago - although at first she wasn't sure about my weirdness or the way i midwesternly said bAckpAck...BUT I GOT HER. Friends 4Life, and arguably the best partner in crime 😈👯@theillestnanag#SundayFunday <-- first one i've had in SO LONG 🙆🏼🙏🏽
I was in @walgreens picking up a few things a little but ago when this big tall scummy man with sunglasses on walked by me and whispered, "mmmmm i wanna spank that ass so hard." WHAT IN THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH PEOPLE. Needless to say I lost my shit. I yelled across the store at him as he walked out, and he just kept walking, leaving me to look like a nuts-o. I paid for my stuff and left and he was right outside, sitting just inside the sliding door of his mini van, staring at me and licked his lips. I yelled to him, "ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME" and that he was a disgusting scumbag and should be ashamed of himself for talking to anyone like that and that he better get in his fuckin mini van & get the fuck outta here. He yelled something about me being a whore and that I was probably molested as a kid, and then @tooshort's favorite word, a lot of times. Mind you im wearing workout pants, huaraches, a loose black t shirt, and no makeup. I started walking over there shouting but then stopped because I turn into a really strong psycho when I get mad and I have plans tonight so I can't go to jail. Instead i got in my car and followed him so i could get a picture of his license plate and call the cops even though they probably won't care. Its sad that this kind of thing happens probably all the time, but I'm glad it happened to me instead of some teenage girl or something. I'm still shaking with anger and disgust. I know they're just words, but I feel so violated and can't help imagining me beating the shit out of this man over and over again till he's bloody. Had to get that out because it feels grosser not saying anything at all. 😖PS don't tell my mom, she'll lose her mind even more than i did.
Met this guy 6 years ago when i was a nobody in #boxing - not even #trappfotos yet! - and he was building his career. I watched him stop Jesse Brinkley in Reno, because some small site had offered me a hotel room in exchange for photos. Found out "Kid Chocolate" was from Michigan, and grew up in the city where I went to college for my photography degree - Grand Rapids. Here we both were years later, trying to make it in the same sport. Years later he ended up on the first Showtime card I shot in Brooklyn. Now years later again, he's training in the gym I frequent with Virgil Hunter. Funny how the universe connects people. Proud to see where just another kid from Michigan has gotten themselves, and glad to still be friends with him after all this time - he seems more focused than he's ever been. I hope 34 brings you not everything you want, but everything you need, Peter 🙏🏽 Happy Birthday!