The Berrics isn’t about winning or losing. The Berrics isn’t about words. You see a guy come to the Berrics for the first time, and his ass is a loaf of bread. You see this same guy here six months later, and he looks carved out of wood. This guy trusts himself to handle anything. There’s falling and frustration at the Berrics like out in the streets, but the Berrics isn’t about looking good. There’s hyserical shouting in tongues like at church, and when you wake up Sunday afternoon you feel saved. I asked Tyler Bledsoe to film something so everyone in the world can see him at the Berrics. He did this first try.