Ever seen a grown man naked?

...it'll fuck your head up. It'll especially fuck your head up if you're midway through a keg beer trying to act hella cool infront of some random snatch with legs. The most fucked up thing is that it gets even worse if the homie is the one naked and you're all partying at his house, in his fucking living room. The worst thing is that you suddenly have this weird mental collapse where your mind blocks out the entire incident refusing to let you know you just saw your slightly balding friend whip his ma-boyhood out in the middle of a rawkus party infront of the entire mess of beezys. Your mind does this automatic censor shit where your eyes register a black censored bar across where his wang should have been.

Oh, I had a point with today's installment which I'll get back to: tofu is pro.

Thought of the day: MAC should be collecting royalties for that shit

Accidental Product Placement Day

Okay, nobody reads my shit for what nice things I say about shit so I'm gunna please the masses by starting some shit here: if you're not rockabilly don't fucking try to be. That shit is not a fucking trend to be riden by fucking cockboys who're into whack shit. It's a fucking lifestyle in and of itself. Pay respects or whatever but get off of that tip right fucking quick if you're new to it. I know REAL FUCKING ROCKABILLY motherfuckers and half of the kids sporting pomps and greasing their shit aint legit. Stop faking the funk. My predictions: next seasons it's all about the greaser look in streetwear. Real heads who've been about it get mad respect but johny-go-fuckyou-cockboy-trendrider should be left in the dark. Respects to Johny Feaver, Numbers, Floorock, Stingrey, ffej, Ken(tom, but whatever), Sting's friends, Wave and the real cats who're about it for the long run.

I'm heading to NYC at the end of the month for a breather and today I found an insane amount of NYC-like product placement around the shop. It was, if not fucking scary, a bit disturbing. Check it. I also took random shots of the crew and some of the new shit we scooped from Ikea for the shop.

No new entries to the shitty list for this installment but be on the look for some RSC family shit I'm helping with in the near future that'll be jumping off around town. I can't get into the details so, ugh, don't ask.

Computers are Machines of The Devil

The topic really had nothing to do with the following but you really can't hate on such a great heading.

I'm in the computer lab on campus and from what I see surrounding me; I fear for the future generation. We're obviously not off the mark by saying that Americans truely are gluttonous pigs. We consume, we move on; spreading a trail of tears in our wake like dead Natives.

Yeah, that was fucked up...but unfortunatly true.

With that aside I wanted to segway to one more entry for The List: Vegas Scenesters.

Vegas Scenesters= Fucking Whatever.

Reasoning: With a city devoid of real lasting cultural centers and standards I can;t really hate on trend-riding cockboys in Velour blazers too much. I don't particularly enjoy seeing them crowd places worth enjoying-like the GetBack-but I understand they just need a place to be cool at.

On another note: why doesn't Mike return to the ring again? That tattoo is fucking hard.

Thought of the Day: Purple is not the new black. Get over it.

In Dedication to the life of Allison Mahr Hunter

So today I remember a friend who has since passed away. She died violently, a truck ending her life and the lives of three other people in northern Vermont. She wanted to be a school teacher. She taught not the children of her future classroom but the rest of us left behind morning her tragic end. She taught me, most of all, that you only have today to be thankful for. Tomorrow doesn't exist yet and you might not live to see it so try to hold on to right now for as long as you can. In her memory I'm going to do something I've been itching to do; I'm throwing up some shout outs and love before I get into my thing.

Big Respect: Cheeks for leveling me sober when my blood gets up. MAC for having the balls to be the Real Deal. Double T for being the starter of something great. Floorock for teaching me about keeping it real. My moms for the respect to let me fall on my face when I needed to. Jim for being there when I needed someone to bail me out. JR for being the most down to earth person I know and for always reminding me that my people are my people. Ris for teaching me what life wasn't about and that if it doesn't work don't force it. Amber O for somehow, regardless of the distence, always keeping me grounded whenever I see something you've had a hand in. Amber, we go way back before everything was everything and I miss you. My Dad for teaching me how to be a man if not by example. My aunt Terry for being herself regardless of what it took. Jung for being the first to get what I'm saying. Bennie for being a fuck up but still refusing to not enjoy life. Mike D AKA Milky for getting me back into piecing. Richy Rich for being a good friend and understanding me enough to just let me be an asshole. To everyone who's given of themselves for either my gain or the selfless gain of others in my life: I owe you everything.

My Thing:

So, I had a talk with a good friend at work. He let me in on a lot. Not a lot about The Industry, The Culture, or The Scene but a lot about myself. He most likely didn't know he was doing so but even by just kicking it and shooting the shit my mind kind of opened up. I'm graduating in a few so I'm kind of sitting and waiting for life right now. I'm dancing nightly, a thing I'm very excited about, I'm piecing on the weekends, I'm rocking with a fly chick, and catching mad rec with some close friends but I don't feel like I'm behind the wheel of my own semi truck. I'm kind of tending the flock during the rain storm or polishing the brass on the titanic. I'm just kind of cruising. That shit has got to change so I'm gunna make it. I'm starting today by making it official.

But first I'm a doing a list.

Fuck Yeah: A company/person/house/product/whatever that has innovative vision, dedication to a set of ideals, respect for themselves, and/or a general sense of integrity in my point of view.

Fuck You: A company/person/house/product/whatever that has no innovative vision, dedication to a set of ideals, respect for themselves, and/or a general sense of integrity in my point of view.

Fucking Whatever: A company/person/house/product/whatever that has made too many concessions and is in danger of losing their innovative vision, dedication to a set of ideals, respect for themselves, and/or a general sense of integrity in my point of view.

So, with the classifications of what each rating is and equals I’m starting the list of with a bunch winners: Stussy and Martha “Marty” Cooper

Stussy = Fuck Yeah

Reasoning: The longevity. They never sold out on their original ideals. They keep it humble. I mean, if you don’t know about them then you better as somebody because the people working with this company have put in work and paved the way for all of these new upstart brands to be successful and most of the time Stussy gets slept on as an institution.

Martha Cooper = Fuck Yeah

Reasoning: Martha Cooper’s original photos of subway graffiti-along with many other culture based photographs-paved the way for today’s generation to get a feel of what the early crucial days of hip hop where all about: innovation, freedom, self expression and truly being original. Her work stands as a reminder that today’s mass-produced, type-casted, watered down hip hop culture has a lot to learn about what this thing is all about.

Work was Fun

..for once. Today it was just Chico, MAC, Chucky and myself. No bs up tight crack head angry bitch boss types just a bunch of guys kicking it, skating around, breaking, listening to some music and eating chicken fingers. There's nothing funny about that and not to kill it but there won't be anything terribly funny later on so...

Trey from New Standard came by this morning first thing to cop some hyped crooks shit. He seems like a real cool cat(no sarcasm this time, he's actually a nice dude if a little over his head). Let me be the first to speculate on that spot: hype central. If this city's growing(so unfortunate) "streetwear culture" had a central pulse for the bullshit that is being laid down so thick you need to watch your step; in two months this spot will be it. In the words of an immortal homie: "I bet they don't know where they want to be in five years".

- Side note:Has anyone else noticed that most kids into the "streetwear" shit out here would mess their pants if they had to actually survive on the fruits of their own labor on the streets or is it just me? Rich kids playing dress up.

Chris from that Fr...whatever the fuck...store came by with the guys from Undercrown and I think MAC shit himself when he shook the Yow Ming looking dude's hand. I had to help him through the star struck induced temporary retardation. Chucky pulled on a Royal out on the trunk of his car and some random (well, not really random but a fuck ton) of Filipino cats rolled through from SD Chap Formality.

-Did you notice the F in Filipino? Yeah, that shit is gangsta, huh?

After I laughed a bit at the shear amount of walking hypebeasts I had meandering about my store I got down in the new spot behind the retaining wall and took a deuce shortly after....in the shitter, you sick minded fucktards. I've notice that neither Chris nor I even make eye contact any more. I can't say I mind but I find it funny that we've resigned ourselves to knowing neither of us has anything to say to one another. Whatever, he's just another cat I have that kind of situation with.

I'm setting precedent right now: in the coming entry's I'm ripping Streetwear down. I won't, however, get into people who come with the realness on the daily so don't trip if you're smart enough to see through this ridiculous scene. I will however, be putting some people on blast...

Thought of the Day: SBs dont make a sneaker store a good one. They just keep its doors open.

I enjoy moving...

I moved. Or, rather, I packed my shit last minute, got it into boxes, did four trips to the new spot with "The Little Shit", and waited.....and waited....and waited.....took a shit(while waiting)....waited some more. Got a call around 3 telling me they'd be at the old spot at 5ish. I told them to die in a fiery wreck and rescheduled for Sunday. Starving students makes sense; they're too lazy to get off the fucking couch.

I lost it. If anyone finds it get at me.


Side Note: They were scheduled for 11 thirty in the morning.

For all you Ballchins

I had some long thoughtful intro all planned out. It used big words, show cased all of the "cool guys" in streetwear, had an interview with Dave White (no, I wouldn't sink that low. ), showcased someone else’s new weak bs product that's dropping for '07 with a blurry pic to prove I'm legit, two random pictures of food and/or porn-now that I think of it, one had food and porn in the same shot. With all that bullshit NOT on my blog's snazzy spread you can kind of figure out what you're in for. Don’t in defense rain your love for streetwear down on my page because I don’t care.

So, I was going to leave my first entry on a biter angry note until I sat down and watched my roommate’s ferret exploring the world around him-mostly just my leather sectional in the living room but, whatever-and was inspired. His little head a swim with wonder accompanied by a glimpse into pictures taken of my ex’s toddler nephew from last January got me thinking about how I walk around with a chip lodged in-between my shoulders and that I should strive to be in search of something better.

Anyone down to practice or be a vandal tonight?

Thought for today: Nike supports child labor. Do you?