I first encountered Barto while collecting rubbish along a popular swimming beach. He was most peculiar - I was immediately curious.
That day on the hill - the oaks, the proud hawks, the weathered fence posts, and the faint smell of licorice...and my slip of the tongue.
I met MC Bo on a cold, dark winters day. The crows blended into the sky and the trees whipped back and forth like a trout in an undertow.
I never imagined the turmoil he would bring into my life. It was an otherwise pleasant afternoon, along an oak-lined country road...
music: 'Standing at the Station' by Ty Segall