I've always wanted to take acid at Disneyland. I'd get a set of mouse-ears with "Satan" embroidered on the hat-part, and wear them with a big, stupid, evil grin on my face. Then I'd go ride Mr. Toad's Wild Ride again and again, even though it isn't there anymore. -- Enigma
Homies, 8-ball, cholo, gata puta... the homies is straight collectifyin'
Homies. La Raza type figurines you wish you seen in a Kid Frost video back in the early 90s. Ain't no garbage pail homies. Straight from south 23rd st. Marcos Gonzales homies. The dope slangin, gang bangin, car jackin homies. No better spot in the bay area than Richmond to spark off artistic vibrance. Pixar homies.
In our streets, XIV, XIII, MSX3, XV3, roman numerals graffiti prison gangs... So naturally the homies shine light on the chicano culture of Richmond, California, famous for the collectivity of these miniature muchachos y muchachas artísticos.