Snapping Necks // Cashing Checks

The next post won't be for a couple of weeks. So, for my five or so viewers- hold tight. Moving everything into the new apartment and it's proving more difficult than I thought it would. Internet and TV won't be running in that mufucka for a minute or so. There it is. I hope fools dig on the place.

What can I say? It's becoming interesting. Some days I get home feeling lost, and I just stay lost for the rest of the night, not doing shit. Other than reading. Reading a lot. And then I wake up and go to work.

Work has been GOOD lately, I will say that. Today, after a banner lunch, I walk to the back of the shop and as I close in on my post I hear a loud, "Pssst!", out of nowhere. I looked around. It was Kyle. He had climbed all the way into the vertical turning lathe, hidden from the world. He poked his head just above the lip of the giant machine, grabbed the door handle with his left arm, and, while slowly pulling it shut, whispered, "See you at five 0'clock." It was fucking hilarious.

But anyway, some days I get home with no drive to do anything, so I don't. Can't fight it.

Other days, though, I get home and energy is fucking high. Fever pitch. Like today. Maybe it's because the homie has got a show tonight. Maybe it's because I don't have work tomorrow and I'm gonna crush on some angry sodas. It's Friday, could be that simple. I don't think it is, though. I don't know. Feels good.

I try to tip-toe through the lows, but I bear-hug the highs and throw them into the pool with me! Literally. Just ask Landon, dude's foot still might not be right. Sorry, man.

Butz. Butts.

GC- 161. The Secret of the Ooze. (Giggle).

...a refrigerator.

Pop. The. Popcorn. Make. The. Right. Call.







That's the biggest selling event of the year. You've only been here for two months! Not gonna happen. Wait, why do you want this so badly?

Because I wanna make bank, bro! Because I wanna...get ass. Look, I'm ready- I can do this!

And...and...this is it, Everyone. Tonight's jam. When the drums come in...Jesus! Turnitup! Bear-hug that shit!  FUCKING SEE YOU OUT THERE!

 Ubiquitous, compelling too,

We cling to you like crazy-glue

And inject such a potent seed

It's best for all humanity!

 The spread of culture

The sword of progress

The vector of suffrage

A warm and septic breeze.

The pomp and elation

The duty and vocation

The blood of the hybrid

It's just a recipe!

 

White Denim.

"I mean, you worked on this video for years... and all of your teammates worked on this video for years, and the company is throwing this premiere to celebrate the video and everyone who was a part of it. 

So he showed up, watched his part... and then he left. Didn't say hello, didn't hang out with the team. Just watched his part and fucking left. You don't do that, you just... don't. It's disrespectful. If you're gonna act like that, just don't even bother coming. I mean, he should have just stayed home.

I wrote him off after that. I stopped talking to him, stopped trying to make an effort to skate with him, and basically just started to hate the guy. That's the kind of person I am- if you piss me off, if you upset me, I'm not gonna just walk up to you and tell you you're pissing me off, or even that you're fucking up. I'm just gonna keep it all inside, bottle it up, and eventually I'm just gonna hate you."
 

Guilty pleasures.