Archive for the ‘Randoms’ Category
I sort of duct taped my mouth for reasons unknown for the year 2013. Part of it was just letting my photos do the business and the other part was this unknown growth in the lower part of my brain that blocked the surge of creative juices from flowing to the rest my big ass head. I think the doctor (let’s call her mother) called it “you lazy fuck” syndrome when I was a kid. Sadly my lack of writing did not work to my advantage. If we’re talking sheer numbers, this site lost over 80% of its viewers. Blame it on the juice, blame it on the Henny…but I blame it on social media. Those quick fix assholes are killing the blog game, while we still have those pen and ink hippies that are still flipping the bird to us computer campers for selling out to the masses. Got to love that battle of who’s keeping it real and who is keeping it even more real than the really real folks. I don’t think I even keep it wun-hunned.
So why the revival? Let’s just say I have to get my skills right for blogging to a bigger crowd now. Time to put my game face back on and start talking about my constant struggle of me getting hemorrhoids on the toilet. This should be fun!
The skate legend himself Christian Hosoi. His life circulated skateboarding fame, women, drugs, jail time and now the Lord Jesus Christ. He’s a reformed man now and I was honored in meeting him for the short 2 minutes of his time at DLXSF as well as him signing my FTC X Hosoi skateboard.
SF does have its bad wrap sheets. We accept that we are the gay capital of the US but needless to say, we are all not fruit flies on fruit baskets. Then I think, our media outlets never help with this as well.
Meet Jason Brock. Current X-Factor contestant that was showcased here in San Francisco. Proud, prideful and of course, gay. We randomly saw him at Eddie’s Cafe today where I don’t think there could have been a better person representing their skills for our fare city. Beneath the flamboyant attitude lies nothing but true raw singing talent. Let’s hope Brit-Brit, Simon and the rest of the judges think he’s worth that 5 million dollar contract.
Thanks to that filthy shoe forum, I finally succumbed to the pressure of getting some more shit I don’t need (again). I must admit I am a little late to the party with these kicks considering the Olympics are well over. It took a bunch of knuckle headed guys to constantly rape their Instagrams to get me hip on what the hell these Flyknits are. The hype has a firm grasp on my balls and I just had to get a pair of those damn Volts. Let’s not make this a reoccurring them gentlemen.