Giving Up Would Be Too Easy

the parking lot of the store was hella dirty...it was un-beweave-able. someone was surely being stank!

out in the country I passed a trailer park. it was someones yardsale. click on the pic to enlarge.
please note the vintage flying V guitars on top.

and he'd like to rip your throat out... he's a friend of mine.

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Bridgette y Ben con melon raspa.
Ben con cigarro y Jesus. Arriba.

So I'm not even out of bed yet and the phonecalls begin...."Ryan, are you coming over to cook today? What time."
second call
"where are you?"
So I make sure all other plans are secured and I venture out to the property with shrimp and ingredients for crab rangoons.
Rachel is the greatest help ever. she proceeded to fill and wrap the wontons with the goods. I think we probably made about 30. it was gooood. along with 3lbs of shrimp...boiled and chilled.
so good infact it will make you want to slap your granny.After we ate there were motorcross antics in the yard.
Gunnar is teaching me to read better. He tells me to "pay close attention".

Where's the peanut butter? I ain't never seen no PEANUT BUTTER!

So Easter rolls around. My mom decorates her table with rabbits and candy and jellybeans and such... here is a shot of Peter.
Blue.

Boxcar Satan has its evening at the good ol Wiggle Room. I good grip of folks showed up...some familiar...some not so. It was nice and warm. I had beer and the best seat in the house next to mi hombre NPD. We came to get down... and we did. They showed Popeye and Superman cartoons till it was showtime. The projector did get a bit warm and decided to skip a bit but nothing to gnar...the show went on...but when it did skip I think you could hear all the teeth in the house clinch. Regardless...I thought the night was a success. If you didn't make it out, then you missed it and it's your own fault. It was free with good folks and good conversations being had...along with the videos mon friar did.In the beginning... There was Brant.

then me on the semi big screen.Here is young Heather (sans towel on her face) and Deathrock Steve.

Then it was off to La Salsas for late night Shenanigans. this young filly popped up out of nowhere. Brant got the digits. Holla atcha boy!

this is where I will start!
one day I made coffee. it was hella good but couldn't drink it all before work, so I snaked my roomies Keg Mug, filled it and off to work I go. Later in the evening Lance sees it and repeated points and laughs...i get my cam out and document is non professional reaction...as so...
I understand that my coffee cup for the day is, well.... "nervous large" but....Lance...don't clown me!And it was coffee with Splenda...not sugar. word.
That evening I decided it is time for a drink. Thanks for hooking it up Kim! you're a doll. That was a enough liquid for one day.So I head home and get into the building unharmed...when I hear "KJFIOICNOIEFNEWFOFEFMIEOWIJ"in my right ear. "What the FUX "I say to myself...
I hear it again in the hallway of my building this time it sucker punches me in my right ear...I think I'm down for the count....I touch my ear and check for blood from my temple because...well i was just attacked! There is no light in the hall and I start swinging...."bzzzidweareeasesesa" it hits me in my forehead! I catch it's punch and throw it to the ground like it's a worthless little b*tch. I knocked him out cold....MOTHER EFFER! I turn on the lights to see who the hell it is.....

Well it's finally done! Mr. Brant "muthaphuckin" Bumpers...my best friend...my bro...my flatmate has finished Boxcar Satan's : No One At The Wheel. A dvd containing a grip of videos (total of 18 songs) along with special features...photo albums by yours truely...performances at the infamous and legendary Tacoland...and an interview with the one and only RAM AYALA. More goodies than you could shake a dirty meat stick at. I think it has been almost two years in the making...but now the wait is over. With distribution through Dogfingers Records...it's gonna be on the shelves before you know it. I'm honored to have just witnessed, let alone be a part of such a fantastic, beautiful peice of documentation. I did these illustrations for Brant to post online, click on them to enlarge. Myspace...pffft.

Easter Sunday...woke up...went to the compound...swam for a bit...ate some tender meats...came home and loaded up...met up with Danny and Jozul. Decided no to go to the mini ramp but to just shoot at a couple neighborhood spots. For the longest time I had wanted to get photos of Danny and Jozul. Honestly the only time I think I had seen them together on print/video was when Danny blew out his knee in a Transworld video...Jozul quickly ran to his brothers aid. It's been a while since then. D was heading back to L.A. on monday morning so I was lucky I got the chance to spend it with them. Easter is also Jozuls birthday...happy birthday sucka.











This part of a sequence.....i'll show you all later....sooooooooooooooo steep! windsor park mall parking lot. Commit.

My good friends The Belgraves new album will be out this week. I was asked to help with the cover...very simple....totally done.

So today Jozul and I go to the rail...it's fourteen stairs...the skaters car broke down so I didn't get any photo's...but I will soon enough. This is a big haulin'!
You can see Jozul at the top...it's LARGE YO! skateboarding is amazing. There is no room for error.
Tomorrow, photos with danny gonzalez

this is for my eye doctor...he is moving...he wants a new sign with old style taste...hopefully he will buy this...and i will have a sign hanging over Broadway downtown. this is just a mock up. It looks like him...he is great, if your eyes hurt...go see him...for sure.

I really enjoy hanging out on my stoop. It is great. It has built in seats that can accomodate 2 maybe 3 people at once on each side. It is covered and cars race right in front of you in the middle of the night. I have seen police chases...dragsters...hondas...PRIMER RED CAMARO's with the guy peeling out on the corner 50 feet away. I've seen drug deals happen down the street. My neighbor who says it's "time to make the doughnuts" when he goes to the "rainbow friendly" bar. I've had chairs stolen off of it. It's kind of a weirdo sesame street.
from this.

to this.......


I don't mind.

So I was outside on the stoop the other day talking on the phone when I see this lady in a silver BMW cruise by... I'm thinking..."COUGAR", but sadly I was wrong. This lady had two dogs running after her. she would drive from block to block and at every stop she opened the door to let the dogs in...the dogs would stop...then she'd get back in and drive and the dogs would howl and chase her....she'd stop...they back off. It was as if the dogs were saying....
"mom, hey mom don't leave we want to go too!"
car stops
"who are you lady...i hate you and i'm not getting in your car...weirdo"
car goes
"MOM! where are you going! come back, stop!"
car stops
"i have no idea who you are...why did you stop the car, please keep going..i'm chasing you"
car goes

and repeat...

So finally "Cougar" comes by and says to me "i'll get one, you get the other".

I give her the thumbs up...
She goes to the next block and stops, hops out of her whip and snatches up young pooch like
Cruella. You know that dog was like " &#^)@#* game over! "

by this time old pooch starts running my way and I dive into the grass like this...

landing inches from pup and snatch up the Pooch. he immediately sits and like takes deep breaths like "OK OK YOU GOT ME!"

Cougar drives up and says..." i just wanted to take them to the park!"

pooch was cute...i whipped out my phone to snag a pic before he was taken away to be made into

pelts.

R.I.P. Poochinski Thanks for the memories dog.

Friday...the day of all days. I get up... eat a banana...check the email...drink my diet Rockstar energy drink because they are hella good first thing in the morning...shower and dress...I'm out the door again. I'm driving down San Pedro and notice my gas gauge... gasp...almost E. That obviously means EXCITEMENT! because I will

a) run out of gas and have to walk to the store and buy a can and fill it and walk back a pray no one flicks a smoke out the window...incinerating me on the side of the road.

b) start to sweat bullets because I procrastinate everything...even getting gas because I don't like lines or having to pull into gas station parking lots, seriously passing 3 or 4 stations till I get to one I had in mind. for no particular reason...they are all the same.

or

c) I will get to cuss (which is my passion) outloud at current gas prices...and continue to excercise my passion while inserting my debit card. only to fill my tank half way.

Persistance pays. Thank you Art 360 Gallery.