One night during one of the darkest days of my youth, this being came to me in a surreal dream. I did not know the significance of it's presence but I had a feeling that this could change the course of time. All the being could utter was "Homie" and the weight of that word stuck with me during the following years. This is a recreation of the being as far as I could remember. This memory lingers in my head as it would anyone.

I told that bitch to eat motherfuckin' cinnamon roll