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Can't Take My Eyes...

....off of you. Guys, love your woman and let her know it.

DV One Was In Las Vegas

...for one night on some last minute scheduling.



We met up late around 11pm with DV at Wasted Space inside the Hard Rock. I have to say, as an aside, that Wasted Space is exactly that. We met up, wasted some time ogling chicks for DV, making go-go chicks feel uncomfortable, watching drunk Irish guys bet us a beer that we've never seen a guy grab his hands behind his back and bring them around front, shouting at Presto-1 to stop playing nonsense and striking out on some weird chicks. Japs was a trooper from the moment we left Wasted Space till the minute we got home at 6am. She kept up with the banter, the inside jokes, the hilarious moments of calling chicks out on fake tits, etc. I have to say that I really do love that woman for the shit she puts up with alone. Nevermind the other stuff.

We set off from Hardrock to Smerk's house around midnight. Got there, played with his dogs which Jappy is deathly afraid of, had a glass of water and pretty much hurried out to Tnes' event at RE Tappas on Silverado. We got there, had a round of drinks which were two beers and two waters since DV and Japs didnt want to drink, and pretty much just miandered about for awhile. We were there about fourty minutes before ATN, Roland and ATN's lady showered up. We got down, cyphered and pretty much just made sport of the evening. ATN and I were going after one another for a while and when we about to leave he calls me out to "do some rounds". Whatever, I thought. I did a few and then proceeded to throw up the beer I had churning in my guts into my mouth. Yeah, I never said this was a pretty story. I had to end the bout early do to the mouth vomitting and then the place shut down. We headed to Denny's and eventually made it back to Smerk's.

...the story ended so abruptly, I know.

A Great Divide

Back in the good ol' days. The "all or nothing" days. The Dirty Hairy Crazy Mary Days, men fought it out instead of hugging it out. New sidearm. Dig the army surplus shit.

Wear A Fucking Pair of Heels, Woman.

"See what happens when you say no to flip-flops and hurt your feet a little? You go from a lazy bitch in her pajamas to a lady in red in her prime."

This isn't anything new I'm talking about here. I'm saying that you lazy flip-flop wearing L.A. wanna-be women need to stop doing things for comfort and hurt your goddamn feet a little when you step out in public. VICE said it best when they did the above piece in Do's & Don'ts. Yes, I do feel vindicated.

Get Back and Obama

The two aren't mutually exclusive, people. Obama For the Win!! Get Back for The Beer!! Me Peeing For the Comfort!! I did, however, end up standing in a pee puddle which is always gross. I wouldn't suggest pee puddle wading. It tends to make the ride home suck. No, Trurock and I are not throwing up Blood. We're actually throwing up POTS which is almost as gay of a sign. It's an easy mistake for your gay-dar to make. That dude with the closed smile took a metal bat to the face multiple times protecting an outnumbered stranger in a gang fight. If you see Drigo, buy him a fish sandwich. He's the epitomy of a stand-up guy. We have a thing about PBR when we're at The Get Back. It's a strange attraction. One that I will always cherish.



...wtf? Shut the fuck up, sissy-tit-ass self.

Watch Out Corporate America!!

Jesus Christ and General Jackson, I am fucking bored. Today sucked. What else is new? My life tends to be pretty fucking boring now-a-days. Finals is coming up on Tuesday which is cool because that means, come Wednesday, I’m done with finals and I’ll finally have a fucking day off. I hate work. I work at MGM. I hate MGM, by the way. Their “Good Ol’ Boy” style of conducting business is garnering them new investment from foreign oil-rich persons and, really, I’m not keen on working for a bunch of fucking Arabs. I’ve never gotten on real well with them and I’d rather keep my own personal freedoms then handing my soul over to a bunch of slave drivers who still operate on a feudal caste system. I’ve been wanting to knock out my boss for a while and if my hours keep getting cut, my health insurance gets fucked with and my opportunities dry up I think I’ll do just that and be done with it.

I have always thought that violence solved anything and the more I work within the confines of this fucked up Corporate culture the more I see the logic in such a statement. The suits up in the rafters of corporate America need to be reminded that they should be fearing the working class, not the other way around. I wish America was still geared towards the betterment of its people and not the betterment of just the rich and lazy. This country was built on the backs of slave labor and indentured servitude. We need to get that slave-master mentality out of the American business model-and, yes, it’s still the same as it was-and institute a more egalitarian bottom-up system of business governance. Whatever, get yours and I’ll get mine. Just remember, the dude with nothing to lose is a dangerous man.

Enjoy the Jose Parla joint above.

I Can't Focus

I can't focus on anything to save my life right now. Everything feels like it's not really happening. I mean, I feel like I'm disassociated with my life. I think it has to do with the work load on my plate. My mind if coping with the fact that I'm totally over my head by just making me constantly space the fuck out. I have a ton of stuff on my plate. I have school(which sucks for me), I have work(which I've had more fun slaughtering a goat doing), I have my wife which is a whole category onto herself and any man who's married will dig what I'm saying. I have my dancing. I mean, I'm all over the place with a bunch of friends who aren't independent or fucking responsible. Needless to say, they're not any real support when it comes to the grown-ass-man things I'm handling. Whatever, fuck everything and everyone who isn't about being there to help me and mine get over.

I should really take some time off and just relax but I can't. I have to work it heavy for the next few weeks. School is demanding, Japs is too up in the air about her employment, my work situation is dreadful but needed and my dancing is suffering. I kind of feel that if I push myself with the dance I could really fuck up people's evenings with how good I become but with everything piling up I'm not there yet. A little bit more. Just a bit tougher and a bit stronger and I'll see some real "blast the fuck off" kind of gains in everything.

Dig the mullet and cool out. That shit helped me relax.

Second to Last

...in the Horus Heresy series. Man, I know I'm a huge nerd but I know I'm honestly a nerd and not just someone who says they are to be cool. I dig science fiction and abhor football. Yeah, it's true nerd over here.

Ludwig x Digital Gravel

Check it out if you're in L.A. Get me the Terrible T-Kid book if you go.


W3ST TV: DIGITAL GRAVEL x LUDWIG POP UP SHOP from W3ST TV on Vimeo.

I have a splitting headache...

...and it sucks to be at school right now. God, this shit hurts bad. Whatever, dig the video. That is all.

Best Sentence Ever Written.

....and I'm including Dickens, Shakespeare, Hemingway, everyone. This is from Vice Magazine's online component and it stands as a testament to the best this world has ever blessed me with to date. The caption is the killer;

"Always check the footwear before approaching a crazy. Knowing the difference between two different colored Chucks and a pair of filth-encrusted boxing boots is the kind of thing that may one day save you from a 20-minute lecture on the color of horses’ souls."

That first sentence was so damn good it made me want to quit being a writer. Well done, sir. Well done.

Pierre Burton=Bad Motherfucker

Get...get...get down!

Get Back Goes Mexico International Like Weight In Small Planes

Good for you, man. Do it.

New Mos

Eh

Mos x Justice x Spank Rock

Spank Rock Officially Sucks.

Late To The Plate But Still Eating...

...I know, that's such a horrible saying. Whatever. Mos Def for president.

Beacuse you deserve it!

Taurus PT38 Super .38

Almost got one. The fuckers at the goddamn gun show wanted two hundred above the regularly asking price. Damn you, you fucking swill merchants. Spurlock's is getting a new regular patron.

I Miss Brooklyn

Wait for it. You'll get it eventually. Maybe not.

Flipping Like Gymnastics

It's backwards but I hope the obvious idiocy of this physical statement is apparent. The message and point I get. However, the unattractive marketing I don't. What's being promoted is a righteous cause without doubt but the package it's in is a bit nonsense. Another example of a fine idea poorly executed.

Fuckit, let's grab a smoke and some fucking coffee.

Enough is Enough, Palin.

...You're an idiot. As you smile shyly, look to the past and fade into distant memory. You govern over a larger population of fauna than you do people and if the GOP thinks that somehow you will save their party in 2012 I only have laughter and a quote; "Good night and good luck."

Hunter S. Thompson

Dep on Thompson.

Dep might be Thompson.

Time will tell.

Goddamn Dentist...

...is a fucking meat smith with those drills and pokers and shit. Fuck the dental profession, they're all swine merchants!

What I had done....or at least kinda.

So Heartless

Speaking of "so heartless" have you ever taken a look at Walmart? Man, they're pretty damn close to the devil. Check this out;

Walmart's Level of Hell

A Kanye Nod

You can be too proud to admit you like something to someone else but I'm not too proud to admit I dig some of Kanye's shit. I'm not a fanboi but I wish Kanye West would put out more soul shit like this:

Santa Muerte

It's Veteran's Day on Tuesday and my grandfathers fought and died for the freedom of a people worldwide. In the end of the lesson which I was given from their sacrifice I have found the following to be God's truth;

La muerte toma todos finalmente. No tema lo que está en el futuro pero saca lo mejor posible de hoy para él nos cosecha todo al fin.

Some Inspring Photos

I hope one of the two is the case and that the second does not come to pass. This is how I'm divided right now. I fear that everything will change tomorrow and I hope it's for the best.

2:58am

It's election day. I voted last Friday. I can't explain how I'm feeling right now. I feel overweight. I can start there. I have to wake up in five hours for school on one of my two days off a week. The second day, if you were curious, is likewise filled with school and I can say it's not any more fun than the one I am looking forward to today. I'm so tired of the routine. It feels like I'm destined for something better. I am a better man lately, though. I can say I walk a tighter rope and keep better care of myself which is an improvement. I can't, however, claim that I'm happy. I really wish I could just decide on a career path and get it happening. I have learned I can't effectively be happy working for someone else but I'm a loss for ideas on business ventures. We'll see how that works out for me and The Woman, I guess.

On that note; sometimes I regret some things I've done. Somethings I don't. I don't regret getting married. I do, however, wish I had taken more time to get myself right before forcing my bullshit on someone else. Japs really has the heart of gold. If I were a righteous man I'd suggest sainthood for the woman. I plan on making more time for the people who have been there for me before. I wish hanging out with old friends and I can only hope that my support for change in politics will somehow magically garner me favor from the man upstairs and dramatically get me some time to do so.

I do, however miss the fast women, fast times and fast life. On second thought, most people who get down like that are fucking miserable so maybe I don't.

I can dig scrappin'.

But I can't dig no back stabbin'.

What's going on...

...war is not the answer.

Some more random hard drive filling photos. Try and sit through em.

You're Goddamn Right

....and how!!!

Ludwig Site Relaunch

Dig on this; I get an ichat from Chris over at Ludwig telling me to "u post our blog up. u sigte. nigge" and I'm immediately left asking the question "What the fuck are you talking about, darkness?" to which he responded with "Post our site relaunch on your blog." To make Hands happy I am now going to suggest the following: go to this site and take a look around. Maybe even buy a thing or two...or three....or four...


For the idiot proof way of getting to their site go to www.ludwigvantheman.com

PS: Check out their blog HERE. They have some really interesting shit to say and hopefully I'll be getting the literary reach around for all the hardcore whoring I've been doing locally to make sure they get some love but we'll see. In the mean time you can follow that link or the one in the, ahem, LINKS section of my blog. I'll be keeping it up there for a while.

Cheers, fuckers.

Local Review pt. II

Name: Sushi Loca

Where: 6181 Centennial Center Bl
Las Vegas, NV 89149
Phone: (702) 558-5622

Why I Dig It: Best Sushi I've had in town. I know what I'm talking about. I've worked for a Sushi house and I've done my homework walking the Sushi beat in Las Vegas. I say with all sincerity; fuck Sushi Samba. Dig on Sushi Loca for your local eats. The staff know me, granted, so I'm a bit bias but I can't rave about their sushi grade fish and general atmosphere enough. This place is seriously grade A in my book. Dig it heavy, y'all.

Price: $ out of five $'s

What To Expect: Fun chefs, great service, great food, wonderful atmosphere.

When To Go: Weekends for a good, loud, and drunken time.

Rating: Pretty Damn Good

Excited Isn't The Word...

...on the edge of the abyss of insanity is, however.

Nov. 14th is just a day to most people but to me it's a day to shine. A day to prove these old bones still rock with the best. I'm on the verge of shitting myself over being ready for the jam. I know, I'm old, I should have moved on to more profitable endeavors that are more age-appropriate but to me, being the best at something has never been attainable so I have to go for mine no matter what is happening.

I did, however, "Come with it" for the wife's birthday.
Procured some gold Tory Burch flats, a Gucci purse, flowers out of the ass, a dope dinner with my family and hers, a massage and a surprise party....say something.

A reminder for you uppity kids with no sense:

Stop skipping your remedial class
it's the finals you're gunna need it to pass
and you don't need these big Brooklyn feet in your ass
So keep my name out your mouth and your mind on the task
If you think that I'm talking about you in these bars
If the shoe fits shut the fuck up and walk it off.

Fakin' Jacks...

....Ain't no time for fakin' jacks. Stop makin' jacks.

Man, I need to quit the bullshit MGM gig. The money isn't there but the insurance is and I'm married so I have to provide any way I can. I hope being a man about your responsibilities becomes a new trend. We could use it to be "what's hot" right now. I want to really just give school the time and dedication it needs in my life. The Wife was all sorts of upset with me earlier this week. I fucked up and she got hot and we had to make amends real quick as her birthday is coming up this weekend. If anyone has a hook-up anywhere at any of the fashion house retail locations please, please, please let me capitalize on the connect.

As to the title of the entry; what's with people faking like they're tough or "street" when they're as soft as seal skin? This city is full of them. It's a shame really. I say, just be real with yourself and don't look for something that will make you 'cooler' but something that will make you better as a person. I really have fear for our country and the children who have been raised on what we have been offering them lately.

Please, vote. No matter who you vote for-granted, I'm an Obama supporter-just please go out and stop letting White America Religion tell us what this country needs in politics.

That is all.

Selling you some crazy...

...let me know if I should sell it elsewhere. Most of these are random but some had purpose. If you get it, get it. If you don't, that's fine. Either way, enjoy the slide show.

Oh, Btw; those kid shots are of my wife with her grandmother. They're, well, disturbing. I apologize. She was, however, big in the forehead which is always funny.

Sex, Love, Money

Freaky black beauty with the pretty pout
Way you work it out got me fiendin' - bam!
I hit the Jeep ready for the street
Heavy, ghetto sweet breezing through the evening - bam!
I'm on the launch pad for the warm blast
Got the John Shaft cocked back and loaded - bam!
I beat it, word John! Body awesome
Is the way that you come that got me going - bam
I'm on the back streets rollin
I'm playin back all the magic moments, don't front
You know I gotcha, know I gotcha
You sneaky freaky, but I know about cha, know about cha
You straight dope, I can't do without cha, go without cha
Lay back and relax you mind
I'm about to; double the doses in half the time
Ha! Master physical, master mind
You play it quiet but in private that ass is mine, huh!
We body rockin the last of time
And then we, we body rockin the last of time
And then we, body rockin the last of time
And then we, her body rockin huh, her body rockin
Now shell on one deep it ain't nobody steppin
Honey shell on ten deep it ain't nobody steppin
Thousand shell or hundred deep, I'm there the body rockin, come on!

I wanna show you in my ghetto miss I'm a star
I wanna show you love, I just can't help myself
I wanna show you in my ghetto miss I'm a star
I wanna show you love, I just can't help myself

Whoa...wha ohh wha!
Freaky, freaky, freaky, freaky black
Freaky, freaky, freaky, freaky black
Freaky freaky black, freaky freaky black

Sex love and money, fun
Brooklyn, Sex love and money - come
Fun, temperature's risin

Freaky black beauty pretty purse and blouse
Where you took it out got me leanin' - bam!
I hit the streets easy in my seat
Lighting on my feet breezy like the evening - bam!
I'm on the launch pad feel the warm blast
Boogie John Shaft cocked and loaded - bam!
Top and bottom, body awesome
Is the way that you come that got me goin - bam!
I'm on the back roads rollin (rollin)
I'm playin back all the magic moments, don't front
She know I gotcha,know I gotcha
You sneaky freaky, but I know about cha, know about cha
You go air, go without cha, go without cha
Lay back and relax you mind
I'm bout to, double the doses in half the time, huh!
Master physical, master mind
You play it quiet but in private a-ha a-ha!, huh!
We body rockin the last of time
And then we, we body rockin the last of time
And then we, we body rockin the last of time
And then we, the body rockin huh, the body rockin huh
The body rockin huh, the body rockin huh, the body rockin huh
The body rockin says, don't stop the body rock!

I wanna show you in my ghetto miss I'm a star
I wanna show you love, I just can't help myself
I wanna show you in my ghetto miss I'm a star
I wanna show you love, I just can't help myself

Whoa...wha ohh wha!
Freaky, freaky, freaky, freaky black
Freaky, freaky, freaky, freaky black
Freaky freaky black, freaky freaky black

Sex love and money, fun
Brooklyn, sex love and money - come
Fun, temperature's risin
Danger!

Ain't gotta say no more

...doesn't have it like they should.

Come on, you know what's next.

I don't have it like I should because I've been focusing on school and work.

Lars doesn't have it like he should because money sucks this year.

Nico doesn't have it like he should because, well, he just hasn't made time for it.

Japs doesn't have it like she should because she's married to an idiot like me.

Jim doesn't have it like he should because he's lonely.

Mom Dukes doesn't have it like...wait, she does. Nevermind her.

Vegas doesn't have it like it should because of the Bro-ass rednecks and self centered cats walking her streets wouldn't even know how to make her a better place to live.

Memories don't have it like they should because they're fleeting and sensationalized based on bias remembrance.

Hey, Just Say No

I mean, it doesn't matter how fucking dumb your kids will be right?


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If I Wasn't Excited Today...

...I damn sure am now.

Jesus has a new form. Enjoy.

Something To Really Think About

Is McCain a blatant racist? Does it even matter?

A Quick Communique From Josol

Josol sent this to me today. I found it pretty dope. I have no idea where it's from but I know it's in Japan. Ludwig international, I guess.

On a less materialistic point; I'm two hours away from admitting defeat and admitting that I'm sick. I will, however, remain defiant and not admit the inevitable until it's too late which is typical of me.

On a different materialistic point; MOLLA bags are the shit. There's a picture of a particularly nice bag under the Ludwig photo. When it comes to MOLLA it's about gear and not about the art. Remember that when rocking one. I'll include a link to a dope site at the end of the entry which is right......now.

Mystery Ranch

2+2=Vagina

DV sent me this. Enjoy.

Laced Redoes Their Redo

Go check out Laced on schiff drive today around 6pm. for their grand opening event. Tom should be in attendance so say what's up and support this locally based and operated store. I'm not saying neglect L.A. based stores like Undftd and Stussy, I'm just saying support people who're local.

LACED'S WEBSITE

DV-One

For me to sit here and not talk about the chance reintroduction of Dj DV-One into the narrow focus I've had when it comes to my friends would not be doing him justice. We kicked it tough for a four days two summers ago on the streets of Manhattan. If you folks remember the post about my trip back to New York two summers ago it was with him that I walked into the belly of Frank 151 doing their thing with an interview with Melle Mel. It was with him that I found out about how real of a dude Tony Touch is. It was with DV that I met and kicked it in the loft of the lead Supreme New York designer who's name I know forget. I mean, we just complemented each other's attitudes and we got each other's humor. I'm just writing this to say big ups to my friend out in Seattle.

Stay tough through your official duties, man. If anything you got a spare bedroom to crash at in Vegas. Come through to get your chance at hitting a few jackpots and dirty hookers.

CBF, son.

Dig This, People.

People call Skeme the 3rd Degree. Skeme has a dope podcast up on their site. It's not just soul. It's pretty good.

Simply Flow

One Thing I Can't Wax Poetic About

I'd say enjoy but once you're done watching this you'll understand why that would make little to now sense.

A Monument to The Failing American Dream

Manifest Destiny. A New Deal. Peace Now! Trickle Down Economics. Change You Can Believe In.

These slogans all define or defined a generation in my opinion. I find that in today's ever shifting political landscape, financially ruined economy, fear driven populace and culturally devoid sub-divisions we're facing a dilemma which is systematic in nature and linked by one universal ineptitude that we all harbor inside ourselves; the need to be lead.

Throughout time Man has proven that it is incapable of responsible self governance. We have proven that no matter what the factors involved in our decision making that we will always choose disorder over social harmony. The past five hundred years of human social development have proven the point and I only need to direct any nay sayers to their high school history books to backup my theory.

What we have become-in the U.S. anyways-is a nation with no real sense of civil responsibility in our politicians, no communal equality amongst our citizens and no offers of olive branch foriegn affairs amongst our policy makers. We need to be lead. We've proven that. We've proven that a natural leader, no matter how assinign his or her ideals, is a welcomed addition to any body politic.

Our nation has become truelly a nation of divided loyalities, split ideals and unbalanced inequality that is so dependant on the top down philosophies that our valued ruling class has instituted for us that those at the bottom are finding not only their loyalties misplaced but their house keys as well while their "trusted leaders in banking" walk away with them both.

I only write to rile your caulder, folks. Your money isn't mine, your vote isn't mine and arguably neither is your trust. I only write these kind words to point out that our system of governance is failing. I only point out it's failing to highlight that our "Dream" is dying. I only announce this obviousness to ask you to rethink where you put your trust.

As an aside; I recieved a bit of religious hate mongering in the mail today. It was a dvd that was supposedly aired on CNN and Fox about Islam's-not even radical Islam, just Islam-obsession with the complete and utter destruction of the West. I decided to photograph it right next to my Journalism notes and text book to show you what we're being fed and what both sides are feeding us is nothing but a bag of the same.

Demand better from those you trust. Walk a fucking tighter rope, people. Call for dissent and regulations. It's not just your fucking money on the line, it's your fucking children's future.

..gave her what she wanted through till Sunday.

It's like a natural fact.

Politics has always been the bane of the average man. Now, their politics and reinforcement of established social divides speaks volumes about the state of this country and who's fighting for who. Take back your regulations, people. Vote for change. Demand better from the head of the household. Get yours from those getting theirs. Take it by any means necessary, y'all. I want to see you working it out.

Now, bitch. Where my rent at?


-You most likely thought this made no sense in any real broad spectrum. You obviously don't look past the what's on the screen. Step it up, America.

You really need this is your life today, sir.

I Saw Her Walk By, A Smile, A Dress Shirt and Tears In Her Eyes.

I saw her walk by, the sun framing her face like a happy memory. Too many threads in her thread bare blouse, her hair shining like a distant star. I remember her now differently then when I saw her. I intellectualize what we fleetingly had, her eyes never finding purchase but her gaze darting about looking for a future. I saw her stall with her eyes staring at nothing in particular and I could almost see her search for the feeling of others watching. Is it her self image that searches for the attention or is it the tears she holds back that needs some fleeting mention of affirmation? In the two seconds I saw her I'll never forget her. In the coming years I'll see many more like her. In my life I might one day be her. Remember me as I walk by, a smile, a worn dress shirt, and tears in my eyes.

I have a responsibility to tell you it's okay to be whoever you are when I'm around. I don't begrudge you your dreams. I just hope you find a better tomorrow and eventually find some common ground.

Let's all get down.

Listed

I'm thinking of starting a running theme of listing cool new shit/places/services/people I find in Vegas. To start off this new thing I'm going to give a rating system to each new find. I haven't put enough thought into how I plan on enacting said coolness rating system but when I do you'll be the first to know, chief.

To kick off the idea I'm going to show love to my favorite salon in the city; Curl Up N Dye.

Information:

curl up n dye
2550 South Rainbow Blvd.
Suite E 17
Las Vegas, NV
702-247-6666
http://curlupndye.com/

Description: This is not your usual uppity salon or the classic wanna-be salons that are struggling to entice rich white women to patron their establishment. Curl Up N Dye is the anti-salon. They have fun, they listen to loud music, they curse, they create and they innovate in new exciting ways. Think punk rock meets high fashion. The stylists are top of the line ex-expensive salon stylists who mostly just were fed up with the pretentious attitudes that are oh so common within the upper crust salons. Call them up and give them a go. I promise you'll enjoy yourself and the experience. The haircut won't be too bad, either.

Prices/Suggestions: Varies. Men can expect to pay around $25. Bring a second top as the stylists sometimes forget to get the hair off your neck and shirt after the cut. Leave your assumptions at the door and try to get engaged in the experience.

Rating: Pretty Kick Ass

Video of Curl Up N Dye winning "Hair Wars" hair show.

Make Sure You Do Your Reading For Thursday!

When we hear these infamous words from a professor we can assume a test is in order on said Thursday. When we hear stuff like "This election is the most important our generation has ever seen" we can assume that our vote is important. The fucked up part is that our generation cares more about the insignificant pop quiz on that looming Thursday than on voting. Get out there, campaign for your candidate of choice and make a fucking difference. Please, do something that really matters.

That said let's get crunk and hyphie and shit. Who wants to do some drugs? Anyone? No?

Anyone have anything they want me to report on? I'll do it for free. I'm THAT bored right now.

I Got That Shit.

I usually hate. I won't lie about it. As of late, I have been on a constant cycle of hating. I vow to change the vibe. To kick this new shit off I offer you people the fall 08 collection from Ludwig. I respect Ludwig. I respect the brand and their vision...as gay as that sounds. I respect my good friend Josol who works for Ludwig more, though. Buy this shit over at Epic which is next to Stussy and Undefeated.

I'm getting used to the Mac so I'll have the rest of the line up pretty soon. Consider this a tester. I have the Spring 09 line on my desktop but I was told if I show it to the public that I'll be stabbed repeatedly. I'm not a fan of getting stabbed.