I walked through the door of the apartment, the latin booming out the bass, the black light glowing bright from the ceiling. Churri, one of the mexican boys that live at the apartment came over and gave me the tradtional 'brother' handshake. "Que pas ... [read more]
I walked through the door of the apartment, the latin booming out the bass, the black light glowing bright from the ceiling. Churri, one of the mexican boys that live at the apartment came over and gave me the tradtional 'brother' handshake. "Que pas ... [read more]