Tired.

Lunch with MAC. Five hours of school. A crazy bum asking me for tampons. A phone call back east. Another to central America. My car needs a new fuel door. Ferrets are devil machines. Cats are only cool when they're old. I wanna open a bar. I'd just call it Means' Hole of Destitute Drunks. I bet that'd be great for attracting investors. Spring break in Costa Rica or NYC? I have long legs in comparison to my torso. I should have something done about that. I think I hate anyone from 19-16 years of age. It's kind of a useless era in the progression of ones own self regardless of the theories because you'll inevitably go through multiple catastrophic life changes post that period in your life. Nevada needs to be more picky about their college acceptance policies.

I want new shoes. I'm gunning for a pair of Boris Becker Pumas but they're nowhere to be found. I think I'm gunna rob a hypebeast for their parents' credit cards and pay motherfuckers to find me a pair. That sounds responsible. Hrm. Tremont in the BX sounds fun right about now. Might have make a trip soon. Fucking school. Damn you, higher education. Saw a shit ton of niketards fucking about in the commons, today. The scene looked like something I'd imagine to see straight out of a gay porn or whatever. Just a bunch of pudgy and maladjusted kids metaphorically sucking each other off over their horribly made sweat-shop shoes and thinking they're cool. I avoided the scene like the plague. Too many small minded hypebeasts in one area and I get claustrophobic. Yeah, hate me even more now, I guess.

No pictures today. I wasn't feeling in the mood to get tourist today. I might take a few this week, though. We'll see.

Thought of the day: I came here to get you started. To Co-Act Ill and get Retarded.

Agenda, ASR, Speakeasy=Good Excuse to go skate

Good times. Booze. Boobs. Balls. Bastards. Badass'. Bitches. Bums.

Skated for ten hours. Got kinda drunk. Laughed at Nick Diamond and the Crooks & Castles guys. Saw some unrecognizable Las Vegas store owners or groupies( I couldn't figure out who they were. It was bad.) and schmoozed with some nice folks at Alyasha's house. All in all, I think I had a good time. I mean I met a new set of friends, got some skills in skating, saw some fine bitches half naked, drank decent beer, took a few healthy shits and copped some free swag.

Yo, Cruz from DC; what's good? I'll hit you up about that gig.

Josol: You're fucking funny, man. I'll see you Friday.

AJ: You ripped the bank-of-death.

Garvin: Nice Camera.

J from 5 & A Dime: Thanks for the hookup. See you around FAGIC this year.

Ob: You're a lush.

Omar:......

Ffej: You seriously lost four pounds skating? Looking sexy.

Tom: No Free T Shirts. Cry.

Irons' Little Brother: You're cooler than Irons.

To Everyone Else who I forgot: yep.

Thought of the day: Aly's house is dope. I want a converted gangster-ass loft now.

This entire entry was garbage. I'm amazed you read this far.

Picture Day

So some of these are from last night...some from the past week. Some are meaningful, some are fucking pointless. Most, however, are worth taking a look at. Sorry, still rocking the shitty camera. Sony is one of many devils. Oh, and MAC...i gotchu with the ice cream joint.

So, ugh the "cool guys" at The Combine...oh, I'm sorry..the DUDES at The Combine asked to be my friend on cryspace a little while ago. They also apparently rooted through everyone on Jeff's friends list and asked to be their friend as well. I usually don't do this but I'm gunna stick to the golden rule on this one and just not say anything.

No, really, I'm serious.

Not a word.

Disregard the picture, I guess.

Shit.

I failed.

What's wrong?

..that's what's wrong.
Yeah, you sure did Warhol the world. What happened to being dope and rocking NERD? Why you gotta' make me hit you?

Yasi from The Hundreds is hot...sorry about the acne, though. You're good at what you do.

Thought of the day: Who let Fruition start running shit? When did that shit get approved? Yeah, I fucking said it...

Kitchen.

..apparently is the hair pulled tightly up against the top of the head to bring the hair together into a neat pony tail. I didn't know that. I learned said useless information when overhearing a PR chick talking with her friend and asking her about her "kitchen". Kind of fun.

Ricthie and Christine saw The Hoff at the JT concert last friday. Why is it that it's always the loud fat bitches that spot the famous people? Shit, they sure let everyone know they've spotted them with their fucking loud-asses screaming shit like; "Oh my jesus, it's The Hoff! I loved you in Knight Rider!!"

Caprioti's is dope. There's one right off campus. Free brownies for first timers. I wish that kind of thing held over to other first time experiences. I mean, if I was given a free lap dance for my first visit to the strip club, I'd be lying nightly. Shit, if I got free head for the first time with a hooker I'd be cruising non-stop...wait....

Dude's with pretty quafed hair and too much acne are fucking funny. I mean, you spend mad time on your four tone hair but no time checking your face. Kind of defeating the purpose, hoss.

Japanese exchance students are dope. I want to adopt one.

Thought of the day:

Stop..

..copping my size prokeds, hippy.

Yo, MAGIC is in a few and my city is gunna' be overrun with fucking cockboys in 300 dollar hoodies trying to act cool. Oh, AND I get to deal with the fucktards coming in for the all-star game. Wonderful me. I did, however, get to talk to the dude from Thorough Bred. Cool cat. Too bad he's a Nike dude. His store sounds dope. Buy shit from him. I got an invite to sneakerplay.com. Site looks kind of hokey. Not an instant sell. A shit ton of niketards, though...because that's ALWAYS cool.

Good news. It wasn't cancer....just Valley Fever. Still lethal but not as definite to kill your ass if you get it. Fucking four medical professionals couldn't diagnose it, though. It's amazing how much of a hustle the medical profession really is. Y'all can keep the shoe and streetwear game, I'll be stacking chips from your unhealthy ass' praying to the health care gods. Suckers.

We got the Spiz'ikes in at Laced. They're alright as far as asthetically speaking. Anyone got a free flight to Tokyo chilling they want to unload? I could use the fifteen hundred. Peace.

Thought of the day: Choco from Domino was gangsta as fuck.

Whatchu..

..know about hollerin at Eva Longoria? I forgot more about hollerin at Eva than you'll ever know. Shit, I'm motherfuckin means, bitch. She heard it. I said it.

We're having a bbq at Laced pretty soon. Weather's been kinda nice. We'll have sides of meat and maybe some honeys. We'll make it an affair.

Mos Def's new joint is full of goodness. Support real shit. Oh, and just so I don't lose step; fuck nike. Say word.

Speak Easy is me in five days. Ffej and me; we're on the road back home to rub elbows and drink their beer. Ali from Fiberops might just be a god. We'll see if the rumors are true.

They call me horse choker. AKA Louis Rich...like the turkey bacon

Thought of the Day: You really need to give it up. You're doin' it wrong.

HMMM...

mom might have cancer. Some shit was found inside her lungs. We don't know what it is yet. She had nose bleeds and a bad case of pneumonia but yeah...that's me as of right now. A mess.

What is it about...

What's with bitches and fucking cherries? Is it that they're all sluts and searching for some way to get their's back or is that companies are targeting cliche' references to "feminine" subjects and concepts in their marketing campaigns? I just toss it up to Nike being fucking whack and type casting their female demographics in a shitty way but you'd really expect nothing less now would you? Yo, but ladies if you're missing your cherry and hating your baby's-daddy, Nike's got you with those right there.

What's with bitches liking smiley faces? Let's also get one thing straight: bitches LOVE smiley faces. Bitches being a general and wide-sweeping term in this case. Is it that soft dudes find them comforting and a good substitute for a woman during those long cold nights alone in their race car beds? Is it that women can't help but melt when said soft dude sends them retarded comments on fucking cryspace with nonesense in the text field? I don't know....I'll have to get on that shit. Fuckit, I'm sending bitches smiley faces all day.

= )

There's yours.

BALLIN!!!!

Big call to you people: wake up.

I’ve been drinking for years. It’s not fun anymore but I punish my liver weekly while fucking writing this shit so feel fucking lucky.

I hate this shit sometimes and I’m really really displeased with the mindless shit I end up writing every time but here goes again. Take off your sister’s underwear and listen up, Nancy boy because I'm on the warpath for a hot minute.

The line you're dreaming up in your head is whack. I'm here to kill your dreams. Cry till you get dehydrated. Yeah, the design you're thinking is hot...it's been done. The whole "re-do the early 90's" thing has been dead so get off "do the right thing"'s nuts already. Spike Lee is the man. You're not. Guns, random chicks with guns, designs biting Supreme's og shit, unoriginal polka dot all-overs and random flashes of color belong to Walmart and The Gap now. I'm serious. Peep Walmarts new hoody line. I bet your shit would go wonderfully in their catalog.

Hey here's another novel fucking idea coming out of the idiots from around the way: let's open a streetwear store that sells the same easy-to-get shit that everyone else sells in Vegas. Wow, the genius involved with that plan just makes my brain sizzle with it's complexity. I only respect cats with original schema. Your shit ain't making the grade. Peace to the homies looking to get shit set on the right course out here. You know who you are.

People don't know how to party out here. It took some fucking crazed SD kids to show heads how to really get shit dope. Fuck playing dress up and parading around the same bitches every week. You're wasting your fucking lives. Let's just get half naked and drink 40's of O'Douls. If you figure that out you get a cookie.

C is for cookie. C is also for cunt. Speaking of cunt and while we're still on the subject; stop letting your woman dictate your fucking schedule. Bitches cum and bitches go. In that order. Do the same. Take a lesson.

Man, fuck this shit. I'm pulling on a forty of O'Douls and calling this shit a rap for the time being. Eat cunny juice and choke.

Random photos from the Hard Drive of Death

I had to clear space. Old photos. Having your cool nephew take emo pictures of you with a 400 dollar camera is dangerous. Eggs taste good scrambled. It's fucking cold outside. Little kids are dope...but not in that way. Asshole.

Thought of the day: Freeze's kid is gunna be French.

NYC: Sony Cybershot 0 - Shitty MDA 42

Wow, it was fucking cold when I shot these. It was so cold that my 400 dollar brand new Sony Cybershot refused to work the entire trip and I was forced to rock my shitty 1.2mp mda. I got in on Weds at around 8. Took the tunnel in to midtown. Dropped the goods off at the hotel and meandered about the seven or eight blocks I called home( really just the surrounding eight blocks near the helmsley on 42nd and lex). I fell the fuck asleep and woke up to a mild morning. Breakfast was at Pax's( right next door and hella reasonable) then took the 6 to soho to check on the haps in the heart of the streetwear devil. I stole some shit from some big name joints, I bought some shit at some lesser name spots and ate some dope food afterwards. Then I scooted up to the Bronx(bx baby, what?) and copped retarded og kicks from Jew Mans and a few shops on Treemont. Then came Harlem. I love Harlem. I wanna move to 125th and Cherry. I wanna move there and speak Spanish everyday till I forget English. i wanna eat arroz con pollo and pork sandwiches till my stomach is used to nothing else. i wanna dance salsa and bboy every night till my doctor says I can't. I wanna live in Spanish Harlem.

Man, I dug being home. NYC just feels like the center of the world. When you stomp the pavement you can feel the history in every step and the fleeting sand of your own personal hour glass slipping steadily away. Stepping out on the streets of NYC is like mixing it up with the world's top 1%. Fuck LA. I said it. FUCK LA. LA is new money to NYC's blue blood. Man, even driving up to Queens on the FDR screams history and oozes nostalgia for a time I've only read about in history books. To think that wars were fought about the city and every inch of paved street holds volumes of memories under their cracking asphalt just fucks my head up. I mean, to drive UNDER the Helmsley building on Park Ave is to step back in time. Just peeping the light fixtures dating well back into the 20's just bugged me out. If you've never been, you'll never understand.

Then came the trip to CT to see some hold friends and burried memories. I hit up my old stomping grounds( Sartorious Sports) and saw my old friend Gordon. He's dope. I popped some pics of Ali's grave and some funny ass anti sb kicks from Consolidated. Then I stayed in the Hilton in Shelton(place is dope) and talked with some people at Healthnet about possible enployment in NYC. we'll see what that yeilds. Then I woke up and drove to the city. I stopped at mad spots and did retarded fresh shit. I did notice that everyone is dipped in fresh kicks in NYC. Even old ass corporate goons and gap kids alike. It was dope to catch other cats rocking og prokeds and giving props for having butter steps. I cought some Ready to Rock cats busking under Grand Central and kicked it for a minute dicussing bboy shit. Then came the MTA adventure. I rode the r, 4, 6, 7, and ACE lines up and down the city just to soak in what I was really missing about the city: the different cultures repping their blocks. It was dope. Well, I'm tired and I have to shit so: fuck off.

Your goodies bring all the boys to the yard.

That's right, small asian/pac-islander women. Your goodies seriously do bring all the boys to the yard. In fact, they've been known to bring some of the girls also. I praise you small shirt, xxxs, size 00, b cupped lady I really really do. Huzzah for you, pack-gathering hotness. You bring congate shine to a dull smile. You are the braces on an otherwise crooked grill. You're bondo to my rusty bumper.

Stay tuned for the coming goodness that is my trip to Nueva York. Miss me for I won't miss you. Huzzah.

Thought of the day: water is better cold.

writing for newspapers is fun.

I write my mindless shit for other people's enjoyment now. You should seriously invest in therapy, kiddies. I'm published in the bay and in a quarterly for some shit hip hop rag out of LA. 27 hours till I'm in the sky en route to new york. Your life is not pro.

Thought of the day: Crown and ginger is fucking smooth, black colored wife beaters are officially gangster and Jesus has forsaken corporate america.

You're Not From Vegas

..get used to it. Go back to LA. Stop repping the bay, you fucking live here, get used to it. You ain't latino, get used to it. You parents' ride is not yours, get used to it. Living with your moms and owning a store does not mean I have to take you seriously or give you respect.

That's todays mindless rant.

I found Bobbito's book last night. I've been meaning to pick it up but always let it slide for some reason. He did a lot of homework for the work and I have to admire him for it. Well done, Bobbito. Grabbed a pair of Mos Def x Converse' last night for 45 bucks. That's a steal.

that fucking kid..

..is back on the escalator again! I hope his leg gets stuck and a horrible accident ensues! WHAT?! His mother should suffer such a tragedy if only to learn to watch their kid!

The Get Back was dope. Cold, but dope. Too many "cool kid" hipsters out trying to be cool but , hey, I ain't mad at em. I saw Tired Tom and Ffej from the Brazy88 and played "cup check" a little too many times. My nads hurt something horrible. Saw Cheez, she's still short. Miracles, Candy and The Macho were in town so I had a bit of excitement seeing old friends(really only Macho is a friend but whatever). Man, I hate hondas. They're loud and the kids rollin in em think they're fly. Trurock is a cool kid. People should give him a fake id. The Supreme Lobster truck is back outside our store. It brings with it nostalgia and crustaceany goodness. I actually hate shellfish. There’s something wrong with eating bottom feeders who’s meat looks like its covered in mold and poop. I have four days till NYC and Connecticut.

Fear my return to glory.

You should be here on the 7th.

Being there would make you pro. Bring a dog if you think you got the balls to battle.