Saturday, April 17, 2010

the end of it all parties...and my new digs!

the time has came and it has went but at some point i was still on hip street usa; these are the last few weeks there...

pretty sure all have heard this story by now but here is my poor former roommate laid up like a ran through whore. bummin foo.

squeaked in between people bouncin the city by the bay, mr. ben p turned 21 or so and had a bit of a fiesta, it was a good time all round and such. friends were made and lost. i like these poeple.

i too had celebrated a day of birth shortly before i left. lucky for me i share a bday with the coolest cat on the planet and lucky man as well as he dates my mother. warren g. king is the name, so he brought mommy up to the city and we swooped his daughter and chip and went to rikkis establishment to feast. hella good. couldnt even do anything after due to fat gut syndrome. but lovely it was.

then this hot mess showed up. verge is probly the dumbest fuck i have ever met so hanging out with him is pretty painful, therefore we resort to lighting smokes with american currency which i believe is a federal offence. id give the feds his address but its pretty hard to pinpoint a van. hugs.

not sure how i ended up with one picture from this but the best girl erin bird-ie upped and followed her heart and dreams to colombia so we all got together for a proper send off. guess the reason for one photo is we were having too much fun. good luck woman!

then it was my turn for departure and so it is. had a last hurrah and the polk palace where kayvon provided some amazing tunes...we the waves on the ocean, romance. fun was had, nightmares were created and the house was shut down for good...except my cousin moves in to the remodeled edition v2.0 next month so the legacy will struggle on although we all know it will never be the same. love most everyone who showed!!!

spent my very last day at the horse track with the tightest bros of all time. cptn harlan even showed up and we discussed how much we are going to crush ass in alaska one month from now. i think i won this many races = 0. so i got that going for me. jimmy meatball and ryan above had more fun that you did that day, i promise.

then i moved here! a house and shit! with yard space and skateable/rideable to pretty much anywhere in portland. horseshoes going in on right, potential mini ramp in back. come check it you fools...HFTU.

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

harmar SF/roadtrip that inspired the bounce

short pants productions hooked it up again with another outstanding show of the superstar himself. rickshaw stop was popping off and whatnot and shit. everyone got what they paid for or in our instance a shitload more seeing as it was free. too busy dancing to snap a lot of photos but trust HFTU when it tells you, he was up to the usual antics and anecdotes.

he had this total megababe for a singer man, she could totally wail! cue "dreamweaver" by gary wright.

then greg robo and i flew to portland to surprise george for his ridin dirty thirty. it was the best surprise i have ever been a part of. his lifemate amy did a glorious job keeping him in the dark and when we showed up there was a serious hugfest followed by fireworks and dancing teddy bears, weird huh? this is christian from the mean jeans.

this outfit was to much to pass up. caliente as fuuuck.

andrew, the other half of the mean jeans.

deddick and kyle, kyle just hooked with up with a bike here in pdx, and it is for reals radical to the max. thanks bud!

on to karaoke. shit was on the chain.

got into the nike park, we were hella blown out but frankly we still killed, grogs gets this done, whatever this is.

then he got the puke done. way tighter.

went to a bar where a dance party was created solely by us. for reals. wigs got passed thisawaythataway.

dudebarn ramp and curbs and shit. fuuuck.

went to mlk fashion plaza, THE greatest store ever. brandon and i got puffy coats and after we were done filming missy mistameanor elliots new hot joint video we went to some nudie bars and made the talent wear them.

then we made it to the whales vagina where everyone was as wrecked as we were, but they kinda rallied and we had a blast. jt became a angel, martskie made bubbles and we drove home in shame. the end.