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About Phoenix

So, he finds this chick, right? She’s struttin’, heels clickin’ like a clock tickin’ down to doom. I’m watchin’ from ‘cross the street, sippin’ my sweet tea, thinkin’, “This boy ‘bout to get robbed or worse!” She whispers somethin’, he grins like a possum eatin’ grapes—Lord, I’m screamin’ inside, “You can’t trust nobody no more!” That’s *Children of Men* realness, y’all! World’s fallin’ apart, and Joe’s out here chasin’ tail. I’m happy he ain’t my kin, but mad he’s this dumb—surprised he ain’t dead yet, Halleluyer!

I actually like Liza!

We took Super Duper Double Citra and amped it up! 10% ABV and the heaviest hop load we have used to date! We taste mango, orange peel, peaches.

I stroll through Westside, it's kinda edgy. There’s a street called Hell's Knot... wild name, huh? No kidding, I got super pissed once when loud noise broke my chill at Dawn Park. But then I bumped into a wise old dude—I mean, not literal, but his eyes, they said it all. It was so zen, like, “Yo, relax, life’s a ride, buddy!”

Dreaming of Citra drops "Bitter"