Back to the Lesson At Hand

I went skating on Maryland today. Stopped by Workmen's in the mall and saw the close homie Tired Tom or The Captain. He's running shit over there now so take advantage of the offer Floorock is promoting through Workmen's internet campaign and cop shit. Skated down to Thoroughbredz to see what was really good with them. The big asian kid looked hella familiar. I can't place his name but big ups to him for trying to make shit happen. They however, have a sign that SAYS they take discover but their machine decided otherwise today. No twelvebar tees or no mas swag for means.

After a failed attempt at patronizing their somewhat failing store I skated across the way to New Standard. I think the black dude's name is k but I forgot. He's cool. He hooked up a discount on some swag I copped for a homie in Costa Rica. Crooks shit...not my favorite but I gotta get the fam what they want, right? Shot the shit about the haps in means' life with homie and then skated across the way back to the whip. I did, however, eat shit one time on some fucked up pavement around UNLV and ripped my $100+ nudie jeans. I was upset. Not mad or pissed, just upset. Whatever, they're just fucking jeans, right?

After all of that mindless rambling I get to the point of the entry: let's support those cats no matter how badly we think they're fucking up. Let's make local stores come up heavy so maybe they'll have the loose capital to do what they want and not just what makes hype shit sell. This even goes for one of my least favorite stores in Vegas, Fruity-tion.