This Homie ended up with Dr. Michelle in New Hampshire, which is pretty much the opposite of the barrio. This Homie was all, wtf! Is that a tree or something? And then, omg, what is this white crap falling from the sky? At first he thought it was cocaine and then Dr. Michelle had to explain, no, my little Homie, it is snow. Cocaine comes from a lab. Snow comes from clouds. It is a kind of precipitation, which is a general term to describe any form of water that falls from the sky. Homie appreciates this quick science lesson. Dr. Michelle is happy. She teaches teachers for a living but it’s been a while since she’s taught a Homie. She has found the perfect “teaching moment.” Then the Homie proceeds to get his mind blown.

He discovers snow is actually very cold. He kind of gets pissed off about it, but then decides, wait, this is kind of fresh. He wonders if people even say “fresh” anymore, but realizes no, he’s in New Hampshire, they probably say “wicked” or something. Like those Canucks and Mainers. Homie decides Maine sucks, he has New Hampshire in the blood. He wants to get “New Hampshire” tattooed across his belly, but it’s so long it’ll have to wrap around twice around his rock hard tasty abs.

Homie meets Darcy. Darcy is a dog. Homie is a homie. Darcy seems unimpressed by the homie. Likewise, Homie is unimpressed with the dog. They decide to be unimpressed together and be lifelong friends BFFs 4-eva.

In true New Hampshire form, the Homie has decided to “live free or die.”

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