No Mo’ Homies

Before my usual weekly trip to Academy Records, I took a brief detour to Jimi’s old laundromat on W. 4th Street to buy more Homies for my burgeoning collection. Alas! The Homies vending machine had been unceremoniously replaced by one dispensing tacky smiley-face necklaces and plastic-bejeweled rings for young pimps-in-training. I’ve gotta find a new source that’s more convenient than the Lower East Side, or Brooklyn, god forbid.