Death is this Communion

And the altar, it burns every night. 
...banging on drums, banging on drums, made of flesh...

Pita

We ate at a joint called Never on Sunday. Yesterday, of course. The place goes by that name because they operate Chic-fil-A style, ya dig? They are real close to the apartment, really affordable, and really, really good. Chicken with tzatziki sauce on pita. And I got a side of fries. 'Cause this is America, goddammit!

So Kyle knows I'm still eating right.

Electric Avenue

Love Vans, dude. Out of left field, but whatever. The only kicks I'll ever wear.

Cedric always talked about it, but I never thought it was true. Well, it is: color-changing paint exists. Dude has to be gripping wood grain in the turning lane, too. Non-stop.

Another angle. Too trill. 2 2 2 trill. All about my dolla' bills, it's simple n' plain. If I retired, you young 'uns wouldn't know what to do with this game.

23 years old and I cut open my first fresh pineapple today. Sad, I know.

But good. So good- the pineapple and the Vans. F***, I dig Vans.

A Goofy Movie

"So then I was like... use it."

DIY

The headtube on my steed has needed a sticker on it for a while now. Don't get me wrong, it looks great without one, but I don't know...I sometimes think a bike without a headtube "badge" is like a ship without a name. Back in the day I had the sweetest Lonestar Beer sticker on my headtube, and after that, a sweet cult sticker setup. But nothing on my new frame. Until now. Pilfered a small roll of these MADE IN AMERICA stickers from the shop.

First I tried to duplicate the S&M Bikes shield logo. But it just wasn't doing it for me. So...

I landed on this one. The unholy union of BMX and American Black Metal; I could not be more pleased. Goes on tomorrow, after the sacrificial blood offering. Nosferatu's gonna be there. And Electric Wizard too.

Inject the Pain

Falling down.

Bummer.

Powering through.

Thick as a brick.

I was in the process of making a small snow-man at work today when two snow-clearing workers came around the corner. I panicked...deconstructed my snow-man and threw the snowballs against the building. Embarrassing. But I got a rep to protect.

Doing It for Crandall

It was 6 f***ing degrees outside when I got to the shop this morning. No possibility of even contemplating trying to exist outside.But I'm trying to do this thing where I don't bitch about everything every second, so I decided to...

...make my own fun. Because growing up is giving up. Ramp #1 is in the shop and running. I'm still bitching all the time, but now I think I'll be bitching a little bit less.

The pallets act as the deck, but they shift. and I popped the right support of the ramp after fifteen minutes. But it's nothing a few screws won't fix. It's small, its cramped, but it works for now. And it will be added to and improved upon. So here's to survival!

Waiting for the ride to heat up before going home.

Snow/ ice playing tricks with the cement.

Sam Baker- Odessa

While we seek mirth and beauty and music light and gay,
There are frail forms fainting at the door.
Though their voices are silent, their pleading looks will say,
 'Oh hard times, come again no more'.

He was an Odessa boy with a daddy in the money
he played for Mojo back in the boom.
Drove a Corvette, took what he wanted from people,
they learned to give him lots of room.

Well he never learned to work
but that never really mattered,
because the dark crude flowed
and the wild oats scattered. 
The dark crude, it flowed;
He fought, he flattered.
And he got what he wanted;
It was the only thing that mattered. 


Well life was easy and the big jacks pumped
pouring cash from the Permian field.
There were cabinets full of high-grade scotch,
a garage, full of high-speed steel.


Well he never learned to work
but that never really mattered,
because the dark crude flowed
and the wild oats scattered. 
The dark crude, it flowed;
He fought, he flattered. 
And he got what he wanted;
It was the only thing that mattered. 

Then he killed a girl when he rolled the Corvette;
Daddy's money made the lawyers go away.
His mother bought vodka with all that cash,
she kind of knew, yeah she kind of knew. 


Well he's an old man now
lives on his dead daddy's place.
Never took a wife, 
gonna die without a trace.
You see he loved the girl who was pinned in the 'vette;
He talks to her everyday.
Her face was blood and diamonds,
and he remembers, her that way.


There's a pale, droopy maiden who toiled her life away
With a worn heart, whose better days are over. 
Though her voice it would be merry, it's sighing all the day,
'Oh hard times, come again no more'.

Non. F***ing. Stop.

"You cannot imagine the immensity of the f*** I do not give."

 

Old Growth

The fire wyrm creeps into the city from the North.

Looking out my back door. At work.

Zoom-in function, kills the blacktop. Looks a lot more authentic this way.

 Sun goes away.

A kid could get lost in these woods. With some friends, could be a good time.

Career Day

I spend 70 % of my day standing in front of this. The lathe from 1952. Really.

Sea of tires. There are a lot more than this in other areas of the shop. Some of these stacks are eight tires high. The tires are very heavy, stacking eight is a feat. But tales have been told of men, great men, who can stack ten. Do I believe them? I do.

The shop is filled with pictures of lusty beauties. I didn't put them up, the dude before me did. Far be it for me to hold judgment over him. This lady is called Slutty McWhore, and she keeps my manual press notes company. I drew a mustache on her.

Discs, waiting to be stuffed into rims like an oreo into a child's mouth.

This is where they hide the Ark of the Covenant. F***, now errybody knows.

Chips. Shaving chips. This is what the CNC spits out after shaping material. A full barrel is a heavy thing.

Darkness and stuff.

Abandoned engine in the back. Close to the door, hence the leaves. Apparently the boss used to be a bit of a motor head.

The "cool" welding mask. Yeah right. I never wear this one. If it aint black, its whack. All black, and flat black, for that matter.

The "Pen". Those three wheels on the floor...I made them! I turn em out like a champ these days. They are just waiting for a final weld.

Screen shot of the balancer, with the company motto written on it.

My launch ramp, built behind the shop. Yet to be ridden. Bike for reference, seeing as it was too wet to ride today. Gotta fly me to the moon and back...

The Bathroom at Work

There are plenty more, this is just a taste. Yooz guys.

Sick Days

Missed work Friday due to flu-like, disgustingly powerful virus-like sickness. Then Saturday was okay, and Sunday was great. These were all taken on Sunday during a long walk/shop/dinner with Shelley. Now its Monday and I feel sick again. Thought it has passed. Got to work at 7:45, was driving back home by 8. Hopefully tomorrow works out. Oh yeah...two ducks pulling a Jesus. How did they do it!?

In a Whole Foods with the Shelleybean. Wanted to buy these so bad, but didn't. Would have been a frivolous purchase, and I save my "frivolous purchase" money for booze, cool clothes and righteous tunes. And food.

Dug it.

Dug it even more. The only way to live, that's why this cold weather bothers me so.

Out the window of the bar Shelley and I ate at. The food was great, the seats, not so much. We were posted on stools. After standing all day, which is a requirement at my place of business, a good chair to rest my back against is the tops.

Food was the tits, like I said.

Took this one this morning. New work kicks. I am so happy. They are loud now, but after a week they will be sooty and gross, just the way I like my fresh kicks to look. Felt sick shortly after this and came back home. F***ing flu season, hope errybody is feeling well.