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[doisingtoomuch]

So great to see my beautiful Queens from this view. #QueensBoy #FrankieAmadeus #Queens #NYC #EastRiver https://www.instagram.com/p/BuMRtc2hC-9/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=b74trtef9r7z

[slusatv]

Mind you, yesterday’s price was always respectable… but todays price is crazy. Congrats @jarule for hosting the highest rated @verzuztv ever. What’s my MF name? R U L E. #SLUSAtv . . #queensBoys #setlife #socialmedia #marketing #content (at Philippe Downtown) https://www.instagram.com/p/CT7DAULL94K/?utm_medium=tumblr

[awesomepensieve-blog]

My Precursor Memories

In 1996, my family moved to Bogota, Colombia from New York City - it is the first or earliest recollection of where my person began, the person whose consciousness was born that day. That is my first memory, but I will write about it later. In this post I want to talk about my memories before my first full memory, which I call my precursor memories - I call them these because they are hardly memories, little more than snapshots imprinted into my mind and only really being able to recall them when there is a physical stimulus that takes me back to that place. These memories have no chronology, I don’t know which came before which, because none of them had taken place before I had become self aware.

My first precursor memory is of me in front of my apartment building on Broadway in Elmhurst, Queens in New York City. It’s very simple. It’s late in the afternoon, and I know it because when I go there now and the sun is in the same position as it was that day, it is in the west towards Manhattan. I hear the Mr. Softee ice cream truck tune, and I for it. I can remember the presence of my mother and her friend Maru, who also lived in the building. I’m not sure if I get the ice cream. But I remember the joy I felt at listening to the tune. 

On a different day, I remember my mother taking me to a sort of daycare facility somewhere in a neighborhood with lots of houses. It’s rainy outside and the facility is underground, as if in a home’s basement. Must have been a family run operation or something. I remember there was a girl. I was teased for liking the girl and playing with her, and my parents said she was my girlfriend. 

I remember being inside Queens Center Mall with my mother, possibly also with my grandmother, who was visiting us at the time for the birth of my sister. She had already been born, I know because I can recall my mother walking around with a stroller. I remember being at the top floor and looking down the spiral that led to the ground floor in the center of Queens Center. I remember the smell of perfume, many women’s perfumes. 

On another day I can also remember my uncle William, and walking with him into a Walgreens. I can’t remember much else about him before leaving to Colombia. 

I suppose my last memory before my real memory began is the biggest and most detailed one. I remember my mother waking my sister and I in the morning, but I remember questioning how it could be morning if it was still night outside? My sister is crying in her crib. My mother has a towel wrapped around her hear like a turban. She says we’re going to go see my dad. 

Later, I remember being somewhere big and at the time it struck me as really far away, but I do remember knowing it was in Brooklyn. I remember that well, we had to go to Brooklyn and that’s why it was such a big deal. I remember getting to Brooklyn and how big everything was, and there was an viaduct but I remember thinking it was a bridge. I can almost recall leaving someone in the car waiting for us underneath the viaduct while we went to “Brooklyn” which I thought was the name of the building where we were going. 

I remember this being the first time I saw so many black people in one place. The policemen and women were black, and made us take everything off and then put our hands in some device thing. My mother told me just to do as they say and it would be over soon. 

Next thing I know, I remember being in a large hall with lots of people, lots and lots of people of many colors and races, some dressed funny but many dressed in what seemed to be pajamas. I remember being with my father, but I can’t remember what he looked like as the man then was so much younger than the man whose face pops up in my mind now. I remember my mom and my father doing most of the talking and my dad at some point said that another man in pajamas was a very, very bad man and everyone was afraid of him. He pointed at him with his mouth, pursing his lips but I remember pointing directly at the man and his family, who looked back severely and my mother and father reprimanding me for being so rude, and was told that pointing was rude. I the loudness and overall, the overwhelming smell of popcorn. I remember vending machines, and popcorn. I can’t remember anything else except my father telling me that he couldn’t leave “Brooklyn” because that’s where he worked and lived and that all those men wearing the pajamas and him lived with him also because they were all working on a special project and he would have to keep living there for sometime more. That’s the last recollection I have of my life before this life I am living now began. My roommate popped some popcorn tonight and it all came rushing back.

[davidsincere]

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#Follow @davidsincereaiken #celebritychoreographer I love this song!!! @saintrecords ft @liltunechi #mad #davidsincere #davidsincereaiken 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 #tbt 🎧🎧🎧🎧🎧🎧🎧🎧 #queensnigga #queensnyc #queensboy

[fotopeculiar-blog]

Better Days ll September 2016

[aaronleeder]

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Something magical happens when entering #manhattan on the #ftrain at #lexington It's a wonderful Orange inside-out vortex #subwayseries #mta #nyc #queensboy #morningcommute #stats (at Lexington Avenue–63rd Street)

[estebandahost]

About to go run errands & shout outs to my brother @seltselt got me looking fresh with the Washington Heights gear..... walking around Queens repping a bit lol #Fresh2Death #QueensBoy #HeightsLifer #WashHeights #RegoPark #Beast #Official #MrHumble #MrPositive #MrWontStop #MrXplosion (at Rego Park)

[redhotprsociety]

#President #DonaldTrump #OneDirection #CombOver #Trump #TrumpTower #HairADD #political #politician #realestate #Queens #QueensBoy #BridgeAndTunnel #TheApprentice #ForeignBride #importer #BusinessMan #Top #funny

[josemiguellongo]

Oh hello there #NYC! Nice to see you again! #MissMyNY #QueensBoy #NewYorker #WelcometoNY #myworld (at Pier At Harborside, Jersey City)

[lovealwaysvisionaryangels]

#goodnight #sweetdreams #KO #stuffedanimals #comfy #babyhusky #hikari #babyhikari #babyboy #puppy #doggielover #blessed #my_husky #GodisGood #queensboy #light #oneworld #oneheart #onelove #weareone #visionaryangels #visionaryangelsmovement @lovealwaysvisionaryangels #bowchicawowwow #happynewyear #2015 #sleepybutt #sleepyhead #pumpkinbutt (at home sweet home)

[jokashmusic]

#QueensBoy #Jokashphotoshoot2k14 #ElJefeDetuJefe baby!!!

[estebandahost]

Lunch date then a movie with my Queens #Yummy #GoodTimes #KingAndQueen #RoyalShit #GreatSpot #QueensBoy #MrWontStop #MrXplosion (at Austin's Ale House)

[l0ulito]

😋 My Metsican self rockin that DRI-Fit tee! GYM TIME! 😈🙌💪 #Selfie #YourBoy #UltimateFitness #QueensBoy