After everything we went through on the ship, we became brothers. This was his first time visiting my apartment in São Paulo—he stayed for a whole week. Having him around was incredible. He’s smart, ridiculously cool, and let’s be real—a total hottie.
He brought six tabs of LSD with him. Nowhere to take them but at home, but we wanted something different.
 
We planned a morning trip to Ibirapuera Park. Right before hopping on the metro, we dropped the first tab. Wandered the park, vibed with the breeze, then dropped another. Spent the whole afternoon eating, laughing—just soaking it in. By night, tired but buzzing, we hit up Mamadi Bar. That’s where we dropped the last tab, smoked, and met some wild characters. A full day of walking, exploring, living.
 
And here’s the kicker: All day in those sneakers. The second we got home, I dragged him to my room and hit record. Face-first into those endless soles—massaging, worshipping, devouring. I poured every ounce of my hunger into serving a man like him. Could’ve stayed there for months.