From the very depths of “random photos” comes this long lost image, which goes by the file name of “nativeass.” To be completely honest, I don’t think I’ve ever even seen this photo nor did I bestow its cheeky (that’s my lame attempt at a pun in case you, understandably, didn’t get it) name. Then again, maybe I did. It’s been, like, three years so who can ever tell. This particular “nativeass” was encountered in the Bahamas when Robert asked our taxi driver the one thing all white people ask their Bahamian taxi drivers, “Show us the REAL island.” This request, though not original in the least, always results in some pretty interesting shit. We (Buck was there too) ended up at some kind of family reunion or neighborhood party or something. Popped into a random bodega in the middle of an empty lot with stray dogs and bought half pints of the nastiest white liquor ever then set out to “hang.” Kids were boxing in this awesome boxing ring that, supposedly, is pretty common ‘round those parts, girls were droppin’ low, and they were dishing out some amazing plates of food. Highlights include multiple shout-outs from the DJ to the “white peoples” (that would be us…keep up), Robert giving little kids Blow Pops to take a pic with him like he was in fucking Africa or something, and the organizer gifting us with some of those t-shirts that have family trees on the back because we were honorary guests from the United States. So, yeah, it was random.
Buck can tell you about being locked in the strip club with the taxi driver until 7am because I missed that part.
