Vegas Should Be Amazed

This wall was a colab of THE BEST (They'd ruin your clique, son) writers Vegas has produced in the past few years. Gumz, Ruck, Asic1, and the whole PGS/Rock Steady Crew destroyed expectations. I feel priveledged to have been there and been a part. Sure, fill-ins ain't peicing but it was dope to remember that hot fucking day downtown. Just showing love.

For all you kids catching...

...you cockgobblers.

New Joints

Pickup Day!!

Puma Clyde '05 Samples (tan/puma red lo)

Puma Clyde (olive/brwn/blk lo)

Puma Clyde (Blk/Chamb/wht lo)

Puma Basket (wht/burnt orange lo)

Pro Keds Uptowners (wht/blu lo)

Pro Keds Uptowners (blk/wht hi)

Pro Keds x Undftd (tan/brown hi)

yay me. Boo hiss you.

First day of real "work" with OP. Got kind of difficult on a conference call with department head...not the subject, but me rather. Homey needed to get checked. Lunch at Bagel Cafe. Four hours of material work and conceptual development. I'm doing this to pay for the bar. I need a cool name. Cool names get your bar chicks. If a bar has chicks, the guys who crowd like sheep pay retarded amounts of money for watered down alcohol. Sounds promising.

Tired Tom is photoshopped out. That dude's eyes bled yesterday. When he does his thing, feel blessed you piss-on hypebeasts.

Bye Bye

She leaves weds at 1pm. Two years ago, a friend of mine told me you why don't you write this rhyme. I can't flow for shit but yeah, Iris moves to KC Weds. We dated on and off for two years. Mostly on but sometimes off. She came and now she's wenting. Sad.


Fuck that shit. I got nothing left to occupy my time besides, you know, everything else so I figure I'll participate in some mischief.

Goddamn..

..you quiet bastards are like fucking church mice. Fourty fucking hits-on average-everytime I post something and all I get is homolove comments from short bussers like Blazer Prophet. Whatever, doesn't faze me a second. I know you read my shit. You know you read my shit. Fuck, the counter on the bottom of the screen tells me read my shit. I hold mass daily. We accept donations.

In today's b-boy news: park jam. Weather's been getting better. I'm guessing we'll be go by next month. Concrete sessions. No bullshit pansy shit. Bring your balls and get ready for the real shit or have your lady hold em and stay your ass at home when I throw this one. Tru knows what's up. He sends bitches on errands all day. Double T has bronchitis too. Shit sucks. Bret is a maniac. Fucking double aerials to fucking flares. Jesus.

Unrelated nonsensical news; saw 23 tonight. Overly dramatic but a decent flick. That theory about the number isn't true though. Kinda of bummed about it. I wanted to find out I was Ichi in another life or something. Still need the fuel door. Still need the pumas. Still need new socks. Needs. Bah. Flogging Molly tomorrow.

Stop buying my size you fucking hippy.

Hahahahahaha.

I was passing through a friend's cryspace message when he hinted that I should take a look at the train wreck of a site that fruition sports. What i found was one of the most INTERESTING pictures I've seen in a while.

So, I have this to say:

I call bullshit.

Good try, though. Let me know when you've actually DONE something for Vegas instead of just making the tourists happy and taking camping out to a new level now that you've drawn LA heads for every release.

As a side note and late entry: this should really make you people mad. I mean, these cats JUST FUCKING MOVED HERE and already they're claiming they run shit. Yo, I say this to shit like that; come back when you've been around....not just when you've been through.

On a completely unrelated topic; Watch out for Chico. That cat's on the come up. He's a sneak and been running jack moves. One year and you'll know his name. You can see it in his eyes, he's hungry.

Jesus mother of cheese...

..I got the flu. It was something fierce too. I shit and coughed things out that I never knew my body was capable of producing. I did, in a completely unrelated way, obtain the rights of ownership to a new pair of undftd x prokeds. I feel kind of like a sell out but in reality I don't fault the company, just decision to come to Vegas.

Side Note; Danny Undftd has been riding for undftd longer than I can remember and he had this to say about the store when asked why he isn't employed at their vegas location; "They have that [expletive deleted for sensitive readers]1 kid from Fruition running it...and they don't pay shit".

-Disclaimer: Danny said that. He's been down with them longer than you've been hip to streetwear. He must be saying something of reputable import. This, ultimately, is his opinion. Not mine.

To honor my sickness and unfortunate recovery I dedicate the following completely over dramatic youtube segment for your viewing pleasure. Expect absolutely no frivolity. You've been warned.



1: i.e. Blazer Profit.

= )

There it is again, bitch.

I do it because...

..and for the faithful readers like Blazer Prophet.

= )

there's your smiley face.

This seriously is the biggest waste of five minutes I've ever suffered through. Can't get those minutes back...

With all that being said, I'm pretty sure someone will watch the entire retarded thing.

Last Night

Was funny. Bboy thing at hookah palace. It's a spot over near maryland and shit. There's a good 200+ people packed into the joint, all drinking and dancing and whatever. The battle pops off, the crews do their thing in the battles, shit just chugs along at a usual pace and shit. Full Force and Battle Born battle-again- and for some reason the makings of a fight break out.

That fruity kid from Culture Shock SD gets rocked in his chest and everyone freaks the fuck out. I'm not gunna lie, I'm no big fan of "hiphop"(as far as I'm concerned bboying and popping are the only hiphop dances anymore) dancers entering bboy events...it has to do with the term "Gay Hands" which I'm sure you can figure out... so I was laughing more than I was anything else at the turn of events.

Christyles gets rocked like a girl and Battle Born, unfortunately, doesn't advance. Did I mention this was prior to RSC not advancing due to FF biting the shit that Floorock and Brett have been doing for years? Yeah, whatever, disagree. There's footage and if you're arguing then you've been around long enough to see it.

All in all, it was a typical Vegas event...save fir seeing Ewok, Tec, and Flips get down. It was dope to see real bboys from out of town (LA is a suburb of Vegas so stow that bullshit right now) come through and bring something new. I can't fault Ben on his judging. That dude is seriously a cool guy with every right to judge real bboys. Do Knock I have my issues with. I mean, really, how is that dude judging a battle with mainly footwork focused cats when he seriously lacks in that department? Whatever, doesn't matter. Ronnie is cool. I wish I'd see him be down to enter some events at home more but whatever, he's good people and it's been dope coming up and learning from that guy.

Smerk and his lady are a good couple. It's a smart match. You're welcome, vato!!

Anyone wanna comment or are you too embarrassed to admit you read my shit religiously?

This ain't a scene.

..no I'm serious.

I always wondered if mil fatigues in camo green went with chucks. I'm going with yes but I'm no fashion icon so whatever.

It rained today and the city felt like it had found an oasis after longs months in the desert. I love this place when it rains. Shit gets flooded, roads close, cars get submerged in huge fucking puddles and everything generally falls into lesser chaos. I'm a big fan of total chaos as you well know and you can imagine how this excites me. I watched sporadic glimpses of a Gael movie. That motherfucker is dope.

I have nothing to really say tonight. Be thankful.

Thought of the day: ....it's an arms race.

¥£§!!!

That shit up there owns.

Everything should be written in l337 speak. It'd make English so much FUNNER.

Man, today was a long one....one of those days that just keep coiling around the inside of the shit bowl, waiting for you to have the balls to pinch it off. Once you do eventually pinch it off you're now on cleanup and nobody enjoys wiping shitty butt cheeks even with forty pieces of tissue in between your palm and your poo. That just sucks. That's how I equate a 12 hour day at CCSN with massive amounts of work due for each class. That, sirs and hype-peoples, is a Monday in life of the means. I know, you pitty me but I feel lucky to even be able to bitch about school. There's a growing concern of homeless kids on the streets in Vegas and I'm pretty sure the majority will never see the inside of a CCSN classroom unless they land a custodial job with the clan of cerebrally stunted that keep grounds on campus. It was a cheap joke, I know...but I had a point somewhere.

You want to know some fucked up shit I read today; we spend 3,500 of our taxpayers dollars on those whack fucking frescoes,per unit, along the 95 but yet we have an insane rate of homeless in need of more soup kitchens and work programs. That y'all was today's good deed. Write the shit major and the governor about it...or just take a can of flat black krylon and let the fucker read what you have to say on the subject. DON'T write socially conscious messages along a busy-as-shit freeway.

Feed the kids living in cars first and then worry about how fucking pretty that damn freeway is.

New job. Family friend. Still "in the industry" though. I fucking can't get away from you bastards to save the life of me.

Thought of the day: I miss my dad.

Dear Jane..

...by the time you read this I'll be gone. You were a great person but it just wasn't meant to be. I'll always cherish...

what the fuck?

So, I could really besmirch the Workmens' name in today's article but I'm not gunna. Shit, I could say that they tried to have me sign a gag order saying I wouldn't speak negatively about their policies or practices. I could go on and on and on but you know what? I'm not gunna. I wanted to part on good terms. That apparently didn't work out so all I'm gunna say is this: support Chico, MAC, Milky, Tired, Floorock and his team but draw the line there.

Oh, this one goes out to that special-ed someone on Sneakerplay; = )

There's your smiley face, bitch. Hope you enjoyed it because you had it coming.

Thought of The Day: It ain't over for me yet, motherfuckers.

AHHH!!!

MONKEYS LIVE IN MY PANTS!!!

Man, today fucking sucked. I slept for 12 fucking hours, woke up sore, ate some shit candy for breakfast, drank a warm beer, took two monster shits and fucked around with some fanboy fiction I'm writing for privateer press. They pay shit tons of money for bullshit fr00tbat writing and as you all know; I'm a master at that bullshit.

I got through about ten of the 86 types pages that're due next weds (I'll be late like a fat slut catching her period) and headed off to Mom's crib for a Valentine Party prep. Man, I really really hate rich people. They drive dope rides and eat fucking good food but they're about as stale as Nell's cootch. That was ten minutes prior to a rush to the hospital because my mom's nose started bleeding and she coughed up blood. Man, I fucking Valley Fever. I might start a fund but I'll most likely just beat the shit out of the Jimmy Fund gimp and jack his l00t for personal gain. That, boys and girls, is what you call ROBBERY.

I read Tom, ffej and PartyBoy's brog today for the millionth time. That shit is funny. You should slave your entire computer to a constant update mode that displays nothing but my blog and their's. I'm serious. Do it.

So, as to the opening nonsense about Monkeys living in my pants; I have no excuse. It makes absolutely no sense.

I regret nothing.

Found this too. Thanks Youtube.

It's like watching every kid and shop in Vegas acting out accordingly on film!!! Yay idiocy!!

This is Too Good

Thanks hellasecret.

Ugh.

Seeing as how I'm unemployed and lowering the Gros National Product I think I'll take a trip soon. Arizona by way of San Jose, Costa Rica. New York in March is sexy so maybe there by way of Barbatos. Or Miami to see my abuela by way of Haiti.

I need to get my macbook next week. This whole "not having photoshop" thing is begining to suck. Found a picture of me at Speak Easy. If I remember to upload it today I'll edit this shit but untill then just use your imagination.

New Tattoo in march. Johny Fever, what's really good?

New boondocks and Rome boxed sets pretty soon. Kind of excited. Still need that goddamn fuel door.

Fuck you, hippy.

You're Good At What You Do

...and that's about it.

It's a fact that around 100,000 people die everyday. I asked someone today why they weren't one of them.

New car soon. New House within the next year. New sample Clydes from Suite(yeah, I know). I did, however, find out that the Samoan cat is just as evil as I am. He too thinks UNDFTD isn't a big deal and hasn't done shit to show real support for Vegas yet. I'm beginning to think that the dudes at suite aren't the problem but the fucking idiot hypebeats we have living around town are the problem.

Practiced last night for five hours. First time back after the injury. I feel good. Full, but good. Pasta, chicken, and veggies. Hmmm. Good. Time for sex. Very nice.

Soo I lied.

I found something to draw me back to this damn thing: pure evil.

So, I figured something out. I'm not really as mad about Vegas' current state of cultura, I'm just more disappointed. I'll never fully regret setting up stakes here in our fair city but I will say that by doing so I've become disappointed with my fellow Las Vegas residents. For all the faith I have in cats out here the best I'm seeing is just a bunch of locals cats jocking out-of-state business'. Man, that's just sad. I wish someone out here would just make it big on their own without the help of LA or NY heads. We got retarded mad talent( as well as fucking rich-as-shit spoiled kids) out here but everyone seems too timid to just stick to their guns and do it on their own. You don't need to jock someone else if you're fucking amazing in your own right. I know, I know...uncompromising men are easy to admire but there's something to be said about being a man and doing shit yourself and not needing a celebrity hand.

So, let's get some shit on the level.

In my opinion: The Undftd store wasn't necessary for this city to come up. Nike is whack for not only their lack of serious attention to quality but their employment of child labor and the lack of initiative to change that situation. Buying excessive Nike products when you're Asian or Latino is like promoting the rape or your own people and kind of whack. Eating eggs scrambled is the best way to do it. Selling babies in Southern Yucatan shouldn't be overlooked when the situation is pressing. Entertaining people you seriously dislike sucks and should be avoided. Scooters are a wonder of modern man. Toasters amaze me. People with six fingers should learn the piano. Pigs can fly when hurled skyward forcibly.

PS: Direct your comments at me. I get a laugh everytime I read someone defending heartless companies that don't even know who they are.

CCSN needs more computers in their lab. I need to get done with school. You need to read Jeff and Tom's brog and the only people worth ever really calling back are your family.

TOTD: Asian chicks need to get that evolution in high gear. Their ass' and chichis aren't keeping up.

wheee...

Had a going away party for one of the homegirls last night at Satay. The spot is dope. Mad fucking homies showed up. Fucking MAC, TruRock, SoulRayne, TNES, Doobs, Edwin, etc. Didn't really think they'd show up. Fucking bored at work. We're slow. Must be that all the beasts have their heads up Undftd's ass for the time being. Jeff and Tom started a brog. They're obviously a million times cooler now. Nah, peep their shit for reals. It'll be sure to entertain more than this shit ever does. My ankle is a devil machine. It refuses to heal. I hope I get a club foot. People with club feet are dope. I wanna leave for a while so just hang tight for a few days untill something worth really writing about pops up. I have a feeling they'll be worthy material come FAGIC and ALL-COCK Weekend.

Thought of The Day: Morning sex is the shit.

So, today I..

..quit my job at LACED. I'll miss the guys who I worked with but I gotta' be real with myself and stop taking Nike money. Some nike cat thought he could pull my card and talk some shit like I wouldn't just do it bigger and prove him wrong. Fucking toy. Shit, the cat collects a paycheck from Nike so I shouldn't have been surprised. Baby killer.

I got mad love for the homeys I worked with and for. I'll miss being la familia de laced. I have no idea what I'm gunna' do now but I know I could always hit up the guys at DC and see if that works out.

Fuckit. I'll open my bar. They're will be retarded limited edition tees on sale and a "restock" of Jordan 1's so everyone thinks I'm cool. Oh, and I can't forget about my wanna-be-celebrity-coolguy security front doorman who'll only let in the coolest of the cool. I'll be sure to hype the opening up as much as possible and include fucking whack neighboring stores and companies in my business so I'm sure to have a campout. Lord knows no cool spot worth it insane prices wouldn't be complete without thirty people mindlessly braving the elements for the entire week before their opening.

Fucking LA stores should stay in fucking LA. Let Vegas come up on its own.

Fuck you very much.

Thought of the Day: Either put up or shut up.

What..

..did I tell you about buying my sizes shoes, hippy?

Trurock, although magical in his own right, lost a battle to Lupe Fiasco. It was highly rumored that Mr. Fiasco then kick-pushed his way to a barber followed by the local fashion house for style tips. I'm an evil son-of-a-bitch. I already know this.

Floorock is a fucking G. He only loses battle because he wants to. Thanks fucking g.

Still coming up short on the Boris Becker Pumas in a size 9. Anyone wanna hook it up? I seriously do have Lupe Fiasco tickets on it. Oh, that reminds me. We're sponsoring Lupe's show next Tuesday. I'll be on stage saying what's good to his moms. You, know, looking out and shit. If anyone wants to go just get at me. The first person to hit me up might get a ticket. We'll see.

Thought of the day: twisting your ankle sucks more than a fat kid finishing soup.