A group of teenage girls pour out of the Utica A train station, faces greased with Vaseline, their hair tied up.

I would say Brooklyn don't bite but that's a bold-face lie... still pop in & kick it with us. Snacks can be purchased at the corner bodega.

Enter a Cre8tion that puts man's mind to rest of life beyond planet earth; where ancient corridors usher into places man has not tread.