the nikki jean theory in perspective.

aight, this is nikki jean. beautiful.

i decided to leave dude in the picture. contrast...like those old benetton billboards.

now, in all likelihood, she knows she's bad, and i have no problem with that. what i'm banking on is that she is as cool as she is bad.

that's a offchance like a lightswitch on a roulette wheel, i know. but in that offchance...can you imagine?

i was talking to my man about my theory, and i showed her to him.

he said he wouldn't want a girl that tough. too much pressure.

well, sometimes the barometer breaks.

shit, you get a girl like this, and you take her looks, substract her personality, and your even or this side of it, you can call it quits forever son. greyed out box that you can't click on. cleats bronzed, jersey surrounded by wood and under glass. the white button pops out of the turkey. 

your done. finito. cashed out and laid up, chillin. 

i invite the family over and cook a meal with her. and when you come with that last dish, and she comes behind, little flour on her face cause of the mini food fight you had in the kitchen.

my homeboys smile. my momma does to. even my niece, who has hated anything with estrogen off bucks, wants to hug her.

i know i've spun one helluva yarn here. some people might call it a fairy tale. fuck it. look at that smile. i'll save you a seat at dinner.