So apparently yesterday was “go skateboarding day”. Even though any individual on earth can label every day since minute one as such BY GOING SKATEBOARDING, I felt guilty not having destroyed a single piece of public property and for disregarding my yearly duty to tell at least one security guard to go fuck himself…..or to eat a dick….or to inquire about his satisfaction career wise after reminding him that meter maids pull like 70K a year. Skateboarding has literally saved my life twice so far. Once in high school by giving me something to do that didn’t involve running across freeways in the middle of the night or taking acid, and again by filling a much needed void once I figured out that me imbibing alcohol wasn’t good for well, the galaxy. Let me also take this opportunity to remind all of you streetwear aficionados out there that the majority of your favorite brands all have roots in skating, and pretty much wouldn’t exist if dumb fuckers like myself or Eric Koston (like how I did that?) never threw themselves offa shit. So what’d I do all day instead? I’d love to tell you that I hit the Laker Parade, then had a 3-way with Rachel McAdams and that little redheaded broad from “Epic movie” after winning the lottery while having my feet fanned poolside. The reality of it is, I woke up late like an asshole, ran some Monday errands and then spent damn near 3 hours on the 405 to and from LAX. Bummer. To make up for it all I’m getting gassed up on youtube skate videos some of which imma lay on you riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiightNOW.

Primitive’s team goes pretty damn hard.

This shit musta taken forever.

Fairfax Avenue between Rosewood and Oakwood is like another fucking universe. Melrose used to be the haught spaught for all the cool kids to hang out, act like little stoned elitists and chain smoke while rocking the “don’t you wish you knew where the fuck I got this you little worthless turd” smirk/t-shirt. Not any more. Now it’s Fairfax, and it’s pretty much a monster growing out of control. There’s Huf, Diamond Supply, Turntable Lab, Supreme, Reserve (Freshjive), Hall of Fame and The Hundreds all patiently waiting down there for you to give THEM your money to make YOU look “cooler” in exchange. Even trade right? Also lurking down there in the heart of the super Jewish part of town turned socialite club lies the Known Gallery.

This white walled room is brought to you by our good friends over at The 7th Letter, and plays host to art done by some of the best in the biz (if you ask me).

POSE’s stuff adorned the walls when I decided to make my way down there the other day. Good shit.

Parking down there is shitty, but as long as this keeps happening I can’t complain. Seriously, I’m like 8 for 10 over here.

I think that buys you a hour or somethin’. If not I’ve gotten dumb lucky.

Ski beatz is killin’ em lately and this dude’s growin’ on me…..

At the tender age of 20, I learned the value of staying calm, cool and collected in the face of adversity. Anger gets you nowhere in certain situations and although my poor brain now seems to RANDOMLY pick and choose which ones to apply this technique, sometimes I’m in total control of how to deal with life’s little bullshit injustices. That being said, I’ll let you know that my photobucket was recently erased……by my own hand. I had no idea that this would erase all of the photos from the latter portion of my blog here, and after the damage was done, I (cue “Chariots of fire”) chalked it up to experience and became seemingly MORE devoted to delivering my unmistakable brand of rad crap to the internet every 24 hours. All this INSTEAD of finding the closest D4L fan (because no one would miss it) and murdering it in it’s sleep with my bare hands in order to feel 2% better. Initially, the title of this post was gunna be “INTERNET: THE DEATH OF MOVEMENT AND TANGIBILITY” and that was BEFORE alla this bullshit went down. I come from the last generation of human who had to go to the library to do research for shit, and yes, I had to walk 15 miles uphill on the snow to get to that library. Asshole. At any rate, I wanted to remind you of the existence of this thing called printed media. You can’t get back issues of Vapors magazine on your Kindle, but guess what, at one point I got off my balls, went to the newsstand, paid 4 bucks for it, and now have the ability to pick it up, open it with my hands and enjoy it whenever I’m bored or shitting or having sucky sex or whatever. THEN, when I DON’T want it anymore, I have to again rise from balls, venture all the way over to my garbage can and make the conscious decision to place it in the receptacle thus forever deciding it’s fate. Having to do all of this instead of just hitting a delete button and then regretting it later sorely is losing it’s importance. Long story short, no one is more disappointed about any of this than I am, but it’s all good. The blog must go on.

Here’s the stuff I was able to salvage.

…and here’s some video surveillance of my boy cuz other people’s misfortune cheers me up. Sorry Harry.

I found myself lost in a mall recently. This is the WORST scenario on the planet for me because 1: I HATE malls, and 2: being lost somewhere I already hate pans out badly for young adolescents or trophy wives within 100 feet of someone who really loves to say the word “fuck”. Whenever confronted with this situation, I hit up the little “this arrow equals you, and this is the number you need to get to in order to get your boy’s whack girlfriend those vans authentics cuz he’s at work and you’re a dependable friend and you’ll do this for him even though he doesn’t take into account that it kills you to spend money on that bitch even if he DOES get you your money back” thingy. So yeah, Dr. Dre and Jay-z are “here” right? And they need to get to, fuckin’…somewhere not whack. They got lost. Hands down. Period. End of story. If you disagree with me, simply go back, listen to “The Chronic”, “Reasonable doubt”, “Chronic 2001″, any of the “Blueprint” joints, or anything else either of these two LEGENDS have done up until this piece of shit and then revisit this post. SEE?…garbage. And if you STILL don’t get it, then you should pretty much plug your ears with your own butthole and listen to yourself fart all day long because you’re stupid…or a new jack….or a 16 year old girl….in which case you MIGHT get the green light.
Dr. Dre Featuring Jay-Z – Under Pressure by Hypetrak

Maybe I shoulda posted the song first. I kinda feel like it doesn’t have a fair chance now but I think you’re better off like this anyways so there ya go.

Brace yourself. You ready? Sitting down? That’s right folks, bust out the confetti because this guy (both thumbs to chest) actually approves of something. It’s new, and actually a really good idea if you ask me. Now, I never wear watches, but if I did, I’d probably pick one of these things up because I’ve never seen anyone with a wooden watch before. And get this, if you don’t like em? COOL. Go buy a regular G-SHOCK or a Nooka (also awesome) or some other watch. Odds are you’ll change your mind one day though. TRUST.

We got ‘em, and they’re goin’ fast.

They’ll also go with you’re new GOOD WOOD jesus necklace thingy in keeping with the “all wood errything” aesthetic. No comment from the peanut gallery on that one though.

It looks like if Aesop Rock took a nap, Pau Gasol would get rested. You know, like those two brothers from C.O.B.R.A. on G.I. Joe that feel each other’s pain? Forget it….nevermind.

And then there’s this:

Doppelgangers are the business.

I fought this dude tooth and nail. Don’t ask me why I eventually succumbed to his HUGE head and HUGER glasses. Are there even lenses in them shits?!. Whatever. If I can remember correctly it wasn’t just one thing. Maybe it was a combination of these two:

This shit is pretty ill too.
KiD CuDi featuring Chip Tha Ripper & Christian Bale – All Talk by Hypetrak

Getting older is a trip. The same people I ate mushrooms with in high school, or went drunken hill-bombing with no longer than three years back are now getting married, having kids, starting careers, buying houses…becoming boring assholes. I myself have slowed my roll to a crawl over the last couple years (I don’t drink or smoke anything anymore), but I’m so fuckin’ far away from settling down (super broad term usage) it’s retarded. Maybe I’m scared of really literally, REALISTICALLY growing up. I gave myself my 1st mohawk at 27 years of age, and was JUICED on people hating it. Maybe I just personally enjoy being abrasive. That being said, Kids these days are fucked, mentor-wise. Sorry kids. The worst I had was…shit…Prince maybe? Y’alls parents gotta deal with you dealing with this:

The thing about Wayne is that his tattoos or addictions or jail stints MAKE HIM MONEY.  Without them, you’d be like “YO!….who’s that dude?”. He can do whatever he wants, the long short of it is that he’s set no matter what he does. On the other hand, kids look up to him and are trying to cover themselves with shit like his, not knowing that they’re gunna be running for the position of Spokane Washington’s district 27 comptroller 20 years down the line….and lose cuza the weed leaf tat on their left temple.

I’m gunna post random rap videos that I like once a week from now on. It’s ok, I have really good taste.

R.A. is a beast!