It was a hot September night in Riverside California. On the campus of the University. The party in the Recreation Center had just let out. Although I wasn’t a member of the student body yet. I knew how to navigate my way through the front door. I was smiling so if any girlie looking my way would catch the shine coming from my mouth. My teeth were still adjusting to the custom mold from the gold grill equipped with fangs and diamond cuts I had just picked up earlier that week. I’d been waiting two weeks for it to be ready. When we met she had a rainbow colored Mohawk. Big framed sunglasses with gold outlines. Similar to The Cazal shades that only the dopest would rock. My initial thought was “fucc yes!” She’s punk rock just like myself. What I admired and loved most about her was that she was comfortable with her expression. We exchanged math. I knew the rules but was like “fucc it” instead of waiting 3 to 7 days I’m hitting her tonite. I called she answered. The conversation was flowing until I asked “if she was into blac guys”. In that moment I knew I fucced up cuz she hung up in my face. Over the years she has allowed me to redeem myself. Whether it was dessert on a Friday night at Denny’s. Or depending on what I was making for dinner that night. We would even pluck our guitars making sounds together. She taught me the strings and cords being my first and only guitar lessons. She still allows me to redeem myself. She’s always been ahead of it all. I said all of that to say this. Meet one of my cherished buds. Stephanie West Adams. The Creator of Good Garbage Clothing. West Made.


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Good Garbage Clothing Fashion Show at MTL in Downtown Riverside.
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