The beach (of course), king cobruuuuuh (of course), tag slayin, slope hittin, whiskey drinkin, rooftop party crashin (literally), pickled egg eatin good times. Last flick is of the "Half House" as we dubbed it at the corner of America and Reid Streets, the text on the building reads "The Afro-American has become heir to the myths that is better to be poor than rich, lower-class rather than middle or upper, easy going rather than industrious, extravagant rather than thrifty, and athletic rather than academic".
