'we got a puff charge. a PUFF charge. like, puff puff pass."
- prestomajic, on blunt things in expensive LA hotels
A collection of individuals in Boston, striving to "make it," and define what that "it" is. Each one with a unique path: The struggling pop artist, the urban gent, that gay black kid from the RW, the voice of reason, and the loveable bear. Our lives are simple- no Range Rovers, no BMW's. Just a VW that barely runs, an Escort in a driveway, and a Honda that's equipped compared to the previous two. Warning: some humor may be trashy, outlandish, dry, direct, and potentially offensive.
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