Francisco Peralta's Photoblog
My right hand is SORE and I only played 5 games. I haven’t played handball competitively for a good year or two. My whip and cuts are a little faded but it’s all good. Maybe I will get back into it. Maybe.
Oh, and Buttahs can’t beat me.
Handball. My nigga Buttahs chuggin’ that thick bottle of water.
Unfinished drawing of a model I had to draw in class.
Drawn with a charcoal pencil on 18x24 Newsprint paper.
Edit:
Yes that is a middle-aged woman. She keeps herself healthy and in shape. If I recall right, she’s in her late 50s. It’s amazing.
As I was making my way home from school, I was stuck in Bethpage for a half-hour and then stuck in Hicksville for 20 minutes because there was a “fatality” in Mineola, as one of the conductors who started a conversation with me called it.
Long Island Rail Road every morning. On my way to school.
My brother told me our stats from SFIV will rollover to SSFIV so he said I should go for G1. Last week I started with 6k and as of today joined the G1 club.
I’m sure the constant Ryus and Kens, mashing Cammies and retarded Zangiefs were just the beginning.
