My Homies

These are my peeps.

My homies.

I know they’re all white. They’re still my bros.

Every Sunday night we have a gang in our crib. Fellow Christians that long for deeper relationships. More love from the ‘hood.

I love these people. There’s a whole other group that comes on Wednesday nights….I love them too!

I love everyone! I’m like that….me and Tiny Tim.

Why is my 6 year old pulling his ear?

Is something bothering him? Is the singing off key? Probably. That’s how we roll….off key and proud of it!

What do you think these guys are singing? Ahhhhhh-Ohhhhh-Holy Night!………..

We sing that a lot here in the ghetto. Christmas carols in the fall. Or hymns. Whatevah.

And what’s on the board behind them?

“Natural Law” and “π r²=a”

Huh?

Did you know π is an irrational number? It fits in perfectly around here.

Oops….I mean…..’sup dawg?

“Mom! When are you coming back to sit with me? And why are you talking like that?”

Sorry kid.

Peace out.

This will be reposted on my second blog.