Tuesday, September 25, 2007
684 South Van Ness in San Francisco was a hell ride skate house I lived in for almost a year. It was (from right to left) Danny Gotimer, Wiley, Myself, Brian "Hush" Williams, and Rory the Rattler. Here are a few photos to help rekindle the good times.
Pre Rattler party with Rory.
Rainy day weirdness.
Classic Gotimer photo: After hanging out with Rory all night he pissed his pants on his way back to the house. If I remember correctly he also made a ton of phone calls that night too. Regretfully I was not someone that got a call. (Sorry Danny, I love this photo.)
Thursday, September 20, 2007
Saturday, September 15, 2007
My good friend Richard sent me this photo from his iphone. I know that it doesn't have Maryland plates but I'm sure this was some shit he saw on one of the I-95 variations. Not to say that jacked up retardo cars like this gem don't exist in California (Oakland fo shiz), but there is just something about this one that screams Balti/Wash. Don't you think?
Saturday, September 8, 2007
I used my birthday money this year to adopt this pretty lady. Her name is Pork Chop (aka Porkins, aka Big Pork, aka Chopper, aka Fat Ass, aka Maple Bar). Her former owners named her Bagel (sort of sentimental to me) but I still had to change it. I always wanted to name my pet "Train Wreck" or "Lunch Box", but after I met her nether name seemed fit. She is short, stumpy, and round with a food name already... so we went with Pork Chop. So far I think her name fits perfectly.
We have been parking it daily.
We met up with creepy uncle Rick at the Wiz Burger for lunch one day. This is pretty much how lunch went.
Rick has been anti-shirt lately.
Pork Chop can play ball for days. She freak'n loves it!
Pork'ns and Sandy parking it.
Pork Chop you hungry?
Hungry for or high fives!
(more photos of the Chop coming soon)