the gaze of an eagle fixed upon the one hill in indiana –
it must be right behind the camera.
the hair: a taught burl of young promise.
a young cutter, legs ashine in the academic glow of a solid C average.
late for school again, the miles mattered most.
mini-truck, denim sweater, mullet?
no.
bianchi, race kit, wristwatch.
my senior picture weighs [...]

Haven’t heard much out of him lately. Might be time to send Big Pun across the pond to investigate.

“biking to work, i happened upon this bike punk, passed out on road. i think he knocked side mirror off car. he was breathing so i let him be.”
Source: flickr.com/photos…

I felt that I should put together some of the shit that has been rolling around in the ol grape, it being a monday n all. There’s really no good reason to live the blog life unless you just make shit up. Gramps was a preacherman too. Then he died. Too.
This is what I bailed [...]

So i made some more crap. One of the craps is even bike-related. Whoa, dewds. Maybe you wanna check it out.
HAWK DO ART

This guy did the after party, which was rad, because I have a total mancrush on him, and he KILLS the turntables. You may not care about that kind [...]

You’d think that after 15 year of this shit, I’d have built up some skin, but every day, my PMA takes it like Tyson in the 8th. Question of the day:
“Which of these floor pumps is lighter?”
Are you fucking kidding? Who’s letting these people procreate? I took the rest of the day off.
TGIF is all [...]

Man, in my ever-continuing search for my birth dad, I keep running across dudes that, because of their ridiculous cool factor, make me think, “Hmmmm. Maybe that’s my dad…”
this week’s winner:
Snakehawk Daddy?