Skate Safari With The Knuckle Draggers

Chilly, but we weren't chilled.  The Sun was present in the clear skies, but offered little warmth to our dismay.  Albert, the heart beat, helmed the Hesh Ship AKA "The Jungle Van" through the suburban back roads us filthy mongrels were raised on.  The Dodger held shotgun, supplying laughter and grin.  I took the VIP seat in the back, might as well have been the mayor.  I was sipping some type of zombie lemonade elixir; created by physicians or witch doctors to increase muscle recovery, as we went to pick up Moores the boy wonder.

What was he doing in there?  After what seemed like hours, Moores crept out of his house high up on a hill with a big wave gun of a Sector 9, ready to pick a fight and discuss urethanes.  Once he settled in the seat next to mine we set sail for a loading dock with a nice bank behind a gymnasium.  

We arrived on the scene and met with Mat and Jared, two best friends from a different yet similar neck of the woods.  We were all lifted and ready to take on a challenge... once we were fully stretched of course.

Jared plotting his operation.

Mat and Moores look on.  "Weird stuff."

Trial & error = the running man.

Albert ripping the stick.

In glory.

Rapscallions.

Get hectic.

Sign of the time.

Jared the untamed.

Stoked!

My arsenal: The Creature Double Feature.

A young Mayhem.

After a long day of sidewalk surfing, we made haste to Doc Mayhem's house for a night of rambunction and deeds of dastard.  A Trojan mixer from the lion of Judah himself had us hopping two-tone and proper.  The night was young and impressionable.  We sensed it's fear and took full advantage.  Fine young hammerheads hepped on blood.

Having fun with the spirit of it,

BAM

Poll The Audience

Should I apply for this?

http://www.warpedtour.com/warpedtour/pitreporter/index.asp

Leave some love and guidance.

bam

Breciole With The Pasta

It's officially one of the most romantic holidays in the world: Enrico Postiglione's Birthday.  If you've ever had the pleasure of meeting the old Sarducci, you'll understand the enormity of this day.

Ricky after meeting his true love... Baby Lyssa from Dog the Bounty Hunter.

Rickstaaa Hardbody with his namesake hanging around his neck.  This picture is exactly 1 year old.

Not what you think... he was having nightmares.

Rocker ass friends.

Everybody better wish him a hell of a day.

Love,

BAM

Grow Up Or Give Up?

I've been taking daylight for granted.  I have been taking myself for granted.  I have this overpowering notion in my head that I was meant to do big things with my life.  This knowledge is either a blessing or a burden in disguise.  At this exact moment in time, it is unsettling (to say the most in so little.)  I've been waiting impatiently for wisdom and creativity.  This train isn't coming, and to seemingly feed my weakness, I don't get out of my bed early enough to find it.  Tomorrow is bringing too many questions that I'm afraid I can't answer.  20 years, and a crooked smile to show for it.  Gimme fiction.

Yours,

an eternal work in progress

PS.  What's your secret?

 

Say That You Love Me

I'm in the works of building an online storefront where I will be selling some neat swag. Look for a launch of this online garage sale later this week.

Products are currently ranging from a small batch of the infamous Beserker Hulk Hogan tee, my MicroKORG, and a few more goodies.

Listen to The Cardigans,

BAM

Goo Goo Muck

RIP Lux Interior

Thanks for showing me that it's cool to be weird. The Cramps are still one of my favorites.

BAM

Here Comes Your Man

I do designs. For reasonable prices... Just saying.

BAM