dispatch from england. and guilt trips from the hood.

 i have been getting pictures sent to me from my dad via email since their arrival in england on tuesday morning.

it hurts.

these came today:



mother FFFFFFFF!!!!!!



shit yes that sky is for real.

that is an abbey older than balls.


that's my mom standing in weetons. a specialty food store that has shit that you want to eat in it.

like meat pies and fresh yorkshire cow ice cream that will melt your face off.



fuck you park.



blood taken.

staph infection suspected.

testing for autoimmune diseases too.



here's where i'll be:


doing this:

(which as we all know is pretty fucking awesome!)


snuggling this:

clean hims face.


don't choke on your meat pie.