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Editor’s note: Sent via e-mail…

What up DP?
I hit on a girl in the Starbucks the other day. It was totally by accident but it was so cheeky and real I thought I’d share it with the fam. See you in NYC.
Peace,
MAX

It’s a beautifully perfect 75 degrees in the shade kind of day. I’m feeling good as I’m walking through Denver. The Boss, Diana Ross, is blaring from a passing car. I know it’s going to be a great day.

“I got the sweetest hangover / I don’t wanna get over / sweetest hangover…”

I step into the nearby Starbucks, you know, the bourgeois one, prepared for the ridiculous comments from the barista about my “cool earrings” or my “fly nail polish” when, the unthinkable happens.

In walks this sister. No I said this Sister. You know the type, low bun, earth toned in theme and hue, different color browns and tans, had my mind wrapped around lands of amber. Freckles sprinkled across her nose, door knockers on, just to show a little hood with the 9-5 steez.

See, she’s just like me, walking to the beat of our ancestor’s drum in every way, I watch her. The vibrations from her high heels reach the nape of my neck. She’s checking the juices; wheatgrass or honey? I slide up next to her and say, “Honey, makes everything sweeter…”