All the rad homies I hung out w/ on a daily basis….Garrett, Cookout, Jonah D, Landry, Marty Mag, Mississippi Joe, Welsh, Nicky, Lien, Kamal, Hooper, Jersey Joe, Dave F, Groshong…..

Fuck, nostalgia is a good thing. Although I’m thoroughly satisfied w/ life at the moment, I’d do just about anything to time warp back to those days.

one day, if i’m lucky…

picture me rollin’.

cocaine nose bleed….all partied out.

homefront.

one month’s rent these days. harsh.

someone been readin’ me blog and bitin’ my shit.

back to 2007 state tax bummer city, maybe.

meat is for the weak. do not claim to be compassionate, nor can you claim to be an environmentalist until can complete the task of eliminating that shit from your plate.

way to go.

there’s not an iphone filter in the world that could make me good at this. 6th and A soy sausage time. no love for the meat.

$250 vintage Venom shirt?

the grom and i be makin’ shit.

they be making me happy.

xmas sesh.

fresh pow pow in nc, brah.

we’re starting a father/daughter black metal band.

new years day some friends and i decided drive out to an old abandoned aqueduct in the mountains of New Jersey. it was nice to get outta the city and into some nature. even if the ground where we first pulled up looked like this….

tight holes. slide in.

once inside…

view from atop.

the next day david and i went for a long skating(mostly pushing) sesh in some very cold weather. fun as fuck never-the-less.

parting gift.

i guess this would be considered Dumbo area, probably not. there are these old abandoned houses/mansions/whateverthefucks i’ve been dying to explore.

central park fall-wise. hey look it’s the twin towers! just kidding, the gov’t blew those up long time ago.

sometimes its required for comfort. get a leg out.

they party hard in jew town.

spark it up.

the teacher, teachin. (not to be confused with KRS 1)

fuck paper, stack postal crates.

fuck her, she’s batman.

guess i’ll just go home.

brett and diana gots a dope view on the way to the dog park.

thanksgiving in queens, columbian generosity.

i seem to get this hand sign a lot. i’m pretty popular.

my girl likes to pretend she’s a hedgehog by rolling up in a ball and taking people out on the subway platform.

crunk hunger.

she makes me proud as fuck.

wish i woulda gotten flicks of everyone, unfortunately my half-working camera frustrates the shit outta me so it didn’t happen. hung out, then headed back to the land of no AC, Brooklyn.

been wanting to ride out to Ft. Tilden for a while now, after a few half-hearted attempts at finding anyone to ride out there w/ me and it not happening i just decided to roll out there solo. well fucking worth it. long solo rides are good for the brain. pedaling as fast as i can through traffic is also good for my brain. the ride out i was going with the warm wind of god’s gory anus(flatbush dumpster nectar). on the ride back i was being slapped in the face with it, not so bueno.

go to Tilden, lurk out. i’m sure you’ll be pleased. might even get a header in some poison ivy by a dude in a pink banana hammock.

dude?

moto of choice.

climb in.

finish later.

ok, now is later.

inside bunker-wise

outside large bunker wise.

topski.

after spending the whole day lounging on the beach and exploring the old bunkers i hopped about my bikecycle and painfully pedaled my exhausted ass to a vegan bbq back in bushwick where i somehow got volunteered to be the the grill mastererer. no matter, was an epic day that ended with amazing grilled grubbage and good peoples. i need another one of those days. think i need to figure out this lack of job thing first though, maybe.