This thing was pretty self-explanatory as far as theme parties go. Crips and Bloods. 40s galore. Gin and juice. Chicken. Soldier Rags.
Here’s the photos:
Notice the photoshoot inside a photoshoot in the background.
The chicken was off the muthafucking rope. Anyone who says Jaques-imo’s has the best chicken in the world has obviously never heard of Popeye’s.
Reel it in with those forties, cuz.
Oh no. Not enough was poured out for my homies.