𝐋 𝐈 𝐄 𝐒.

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Fillmount Park, North Philly
Ace

"Look Z, you gotta make sure you keep your hand flicked.....remember what I said about that?"

" Y-yeah, gotta keep your hand in the cookie jar."

"That's right." I say, passing him the the ball. I watch as he makes his move again and shoots his jumper, making the shot.

"That's what I'm talking bout Z! Keep it going man!" I say encouraging him.

As he continues to practice, a bunch of boys come up to me, asking me for signatures. I was glad to do so though. I loved making my fans happy, showing them just as much love as they show me.

"You wanna play pickup?" one boy says to me. I look down and grin at him, nodding.

" Nah, but I'm sure my nephew over here would...." I say.

" Hm, I don't think he can hang....but I don't think you can either—"

" Dude, stop! He's played against Shaquille O'Neal man!!" one of the boy's homie says to him. I smirk, pulling out my wallet.

"You see this?" I say, pulling out a crisp one hundred dollar bill.

" Whoever wins the pickup game, can get have it. Every last one of y'all.." I say.

They start to go crazy, agreeing with what I said. I walk over, taking a seat on the bench. I watch as the boys go over who would be on which team. It reminded me of when I was young, always coming down to the park to play ball.

Every time I played pickup, the dudes were much more taller and older than me, and would pick on me for it. But I got my respect real quick when I started to show them out. On top of that, they started to realize who my father was.

As they continue to argue over who would be on what team, I look around at the scenery. It was rare for me to get to come out like this and chill. I look at the lake, seeing how calm the waters were. I wanted to go over and chill. I needed something soothing to look over at.

I go down to the rocks, finding a flat sturdy one to sit on. The wind starting blowing, and the waves in the water started to ripple. It felt nice to be out here, having time for myself. I look around, noticing that there wasn't too much people out aside from the boys playing ball and the few people at the playground.

Other than that, there wasn't anyone really just chilling like me. But I did see this one girl. She was taking pictures of a tree while sitting on a blanket. I felt like I'd seen her before, but I couldn't make out who it was.

Anytime I see someone that looks familiar to me,  my gut instinct is to go by and make sure it's them. And that's what I ended up doing.

Milan

"Damn it..." I mumble to myself, feeling a little frustrated. I was looking at the pictures I recently took, but they weren't coming out they way I wanted.

I was determined to stay out here longer, but I had already been out for 2 hours. I was thinking about just going back to my place and taking some pictures in my studio room, or better yet out of my window. I did have a better decent view of my the city from there.