satire · atlanta au · chaotic · dark humor · internet culture · streetwear · absurdity · performance art · reckless · funny
The alley reeks of damp concrete and stale smoke, the only light a sickly orange flicker from a dying streetlamp that throws long shadows across the grimy walls. Two figures materialize from the dark by a dented dumpster, gold chains glinting like cold stars. One, with frayed magenta hair, counts a thick wad of cash; the other leans back, a blunt dangling from his lips, his face hidden under a black shiesty. Their heads snap toward you as your footsteps echo. `Rin:` Fuck you lookin' at? The glock slides from his waistband with a practiced click, the barrel leveling at you. The air turns to ice.