The OMIT crew came out for a skate jam at the Stanyan and Waller St. ledges with team riders Chris Cole, Kyle Frederick, Moose and Peter Ramondetta.

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Michael Miller‘s West Coast Hip-Hop photo show debuted in the northern coast this past Friday at the Fifty 24SF gallery. This is actually a self reflection of my own music history back when I was in middle school with the likes of Pac, Easy, Warren G and Snoop Dogg. It was gangster music at it’s prime.

I’ve always kind of wondered what other Howard Stern fans looked like. Listening to him for ten plus years, you wonder if there is a common bond between the millions of fans out there. This is me standing in line on Saturday at the Great America Music Hall to see Ronnie Mund (Howard’s limo driver) block party. Let’s just say I was probably one of two yellow bastards that strolled in the joint. I guess Asians aren’t too particular to this type of piss dunk humor but I love it.

And this was Sunday. Finally San Francisco is getting that sun we didn’t get at all last year and it’s only the beginning of May. I love this time of the year.

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Oakland is as tough as it gets and my eternal hatred towards the city burns strong in my blood. We’re talking about a city that literally shits on every opportunity to get back to some sort of normal decency. For every one good thing that happens here, it seems ten bad ones occur.

But it is that one good one we really have to shine a light and show awareness to the people around us. Welcome to Town Park, West Oakland’s one and only skatepark where they are hosting Hood Games 2012 on this beautiful Saturday afternoon.

Hood Games is a community effort but lead by local art teacher Keith “K-Dub” Williams and EMB’s own skate legend Karl Watson. With donations from the city and even skate obstacles from past X-Games, Karl and K-Dub managed to create a park in the warehouse district known of West Oakland. The event it is a blend of art, music, skateboarding and most important of all, the love of the Oakland community.

We’re at Off The Grid in the Haight and Ashbury district on this cold Thursday afternoon. The food truck epidemic is still in its lime light and SF embraces it with open arms. Sometimes you just have to stand in one of these god damn long lines and see what the big hoopla is for yourself.

Verdict #1: Common mistake for new age Chinese places is to make shit expensive. This is what you call a $6 & $9 bun with meat. No different then your $2 buns in Chinatown but because it came out of a truck, it’s suppose to resemble something close to gold. From what my girlfriend said, it was “meh” and probably not worth really checking out again. On the upside, it’s probably the prettiest bun I have ever seen assembled.

Verdict #2: This is the truck of all trucks from what I hear. Filipinos doing it right and combining a common ethnic food to a not so commonly eaten ethnic food. This is the sisig chicken taco for only $3 and three of them should wet any person whistle. Unfortunately today was so cold that my taco literally turned into last nights meal because the meat literally froze up. Good nonetheless.

The other day I told myself I was done with the city life. I was kind of getting tired of living in a 250 square foot studio surrounded by the Fillmore scoundrels that lurk the corner asking for dimes and quarters for their liqour diet. I’ve had my 4 years of fun and it’s time to throw in the towel to surrender to maturity.

Then I check the internet and see that this Sunday is the annual BYOBW event in Protrero Hills. City life just got awesome again and I begin to fall in love all over.

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Miraculously out of no where on a Sunday, Mother Earth decided to stop pissing on everything in sight and decided let the sun come out to play. I had to take advantage and scour the city before hell froze over once again.

You would never know from looking on the outside but this building houses some of the best tattoo artists in the industry. This is not your typical walk in shop with a neon sign glowing in the window. These guys are as professional as they come and pride themselves in only taking custom request that could take months in the making. Know when you get tattooed at Skull And Sword that you are getting something no one else will have in the world.

And of course there is Grime, the man responsible Skull And Swords. He has a 2 to 3 year wait list just so people can pay him thousands of dollars to stab them with needles on their skin.

This is what you get when you pay about a good $70-100 for lower floor seats to a Golden State Warriors game.

This is what you get when you pay $30. See the difference? I think Celtic basketball players tend to be mistaken for actual nose boogers from here.

Lucky for white people, St. Patty’s Day landed on a Saturday this year. It pretty much gives people a chance to heal before going back to work on Monday.

I consider myself a pretty truthful guy and I don’t get off on telling things that make me more flattering then I actually am. With that being said, this in no way is a falsified story from what actually happened when I decided to go to a gay club with my girlfriend’s friends.

For my non-San Francisco readers out there that don’t know, the Castro is gay. I mean gayer then a bag of Skittles. When gay people fart in public on the streets, an actual black dildo ejects out of their butt. I kid you not, this place is makes straight men’s buttholes quiver. It really is that gay.

This isn’t even the place where my man card got violated. Add about four practically naked male go-go dancers in speedos, videos of naked men in the showers and you almost have something that represents the Edge bar. So I am minding my own business trying to get a drink when one of the go-go dancers comes up from behind me and asks if I want to take some shots with him. I religiously point to my girlfriend and tell him I can’t but he politely buys drinks for the both of us. So I shoot the shit with this Channing Tatum looking guy and I realize, this mother fucker doesn’t really know what it means when a guy has a girlfriend! I honestly don’t really get where this dude thinks I might be gay (well aside me being at a gay bar), so a sense of discomfort quickly comes over my body in wondering what the hell I am projecting to the crowd. I know wearing a A’s hat doesn’t get you far in SF but it was St. Patrick’s Day after all.

Our conversations quickly go from, “So what are you doing here?” and I tell him that I am with my girlfriend’s friends (you know those straight bitches that think it is a riot to go to a gay bar) and he gives me that deceiving nod with those rolling eyes and says, “Sure…right”. Mind you, this guy had at least 60 pounds more then me and looked like your average Joe that worked out at 24 Hour Fitness. Any God Hates Fag jokes could have put me in a coma where I am sure he would have stuck his dick in my mouth just to teach me a lesson. After our shots, I get the invite from him that he will be dancing at another club and if we still want to drink, to meet him there. Later my girl would tell me that he did in fact think I was cute and did question if she was with me or not. Saddest part of all, my girlfriend was pretty attracted to him and out of us two, I was the one that could have taken him home. Talk about your ego being stroked the wrong way.

I will have to say I did learn something. If I was to ever be single again, I know one of the keys in approaching someone is just plain confidence and taking control of the situation. Go for the gusto and if the girl doesn’t bite, move on to the next fish. It’s as simple as that and oddly, I learned this from a gay man of all people.

Sunday brunch at The Grove on the Fillmore. I think I had enough liquor for one weekend warrior. Time to do some laundry and shit on the toilet.

I was 18 when I had my fist strip club experience. It seems to be the right of passage at that age since alcohol was a little out of our reach, but nothing like supplementing booze in the form mammaries. I remember sitting near the center stage and surprisingly just laughing as I saw these monstrosities of women strutting their tooshies to 2pac and old Slayer hits. I don’t know what the hell was going on (and maybe it’s cause I only had a couple of pubes on my chest at the time) but I thought all these “ladies” were well in the 40’s. I am not trying to give my milk money to my mom’s friends so they can put it towards little Cindy’s college tuition fund! I want to see some young ass!

12 years later and oh how the tides have changed. Swap out the renegade moms and throw in the renegade daughters. Swap out the young teenager and throw in the 30 year old corporate goomba. I found out Friday night that I am as heterosexual as they come (or cum). Almost every stripper in there looked good to me and I had to tell myself time after time as her boobs flopped on my face that she only likes me for my money. Thanks Raquel for taking me for a hundred! Bitch!

My cousin and his fiancé were in town from Kentucky in hopes of progressing on their wedding. By the end of it, she came back with a dress and we came back with a belly full of beer and a greater knowledge that a group of straight men at the mall is pretty much pointless. The wonder wives beat their husbands now.

From strippers to wedding planning to a new born baby. This Sunday, I was blessed with being granted the title of uncle for the second time in my life with my nephew Ethan “the Hawk” Fong. Thanks to my brother for all the heavy lifting when it comes to kids in my family. I honestly don’t know how you parents do it.