2007 –  If I Could Reach The Border

I moved to Flatbush on September 1st and felt an instant sense of peace. 

2007 –  Action Reaction

Doe’s response was immediate: When are you able to travel?

I left him on read for an hour or so, then sent him a stupid gif of Mr. Met doing the Wop. 

2008 –  A Little Casual Snooping

This iteration of Panamanian Star looked really different from the days when it was a “Shipping and Logistics” company. 

2008 –  Next Plateau

“Ou fini?” he asked me, when I finally closed my trap. 

Hopeton throwing Kreyol at me said a lot. 

2008 –  We Ah Go Hang Dem

“Gimme your keys,” Hopeton called to me.  “I’ll drive.”

2008 –  The End Is Nearly Near

I was decided it was time to let loose and have a little fun for a change. 

But I wasn’t exactly sure what that really meant. 

2008 –  Family Vacation

“Your thirty-fifth birthday in Haiti,” my mother said, quietly.  “That would be beautiful.” 

2009 –  Boys’ Weekend

Doe and I flew into MIA within 25 minutes of each other, and met up outside of the arrivals area.

2009 –  Keeping The Blood Flowing

Friday was our Mundo-mandated “day of beauty.” 

2009 –  Smile

This was it for the night. 

The Mandarin Oriental, with Mundo’s international business posse. 

2009 –  Capicú Part II

It was 2am by the time Doe and I left, and I was $750 richer.

2009 –  Bayfront Bacchanal

Mundo had said “No Bitter Brón this weekend,” but he’d forgotten about Petty Pierre.

2009 –  Hold You Down

“Dominican and Haitian?  Uh, yeah- you can dance,” she said.

Then she downed her shot, grabbed me by the hand and said, “Ann ale.”