What are you Driving Behind?

I possess an inhuman level of faith in my fellow man.  nine times out of ten I assume people are telling the truth, acting with good intentions, and deep down naturally kindhearted.  For good or for ill, I use this happy go lucky attitude as an inner tube to help me float down the winding river of life.  Unless I am driving, in which case I don't trust a single god damn soul on the road.  Here are two Final Destination-esque death scenes just waiting to happen.

Am I really suppose to believe that a tiny pathetic strap is preventing several tons of concrete from tumbling down on my hood at 70 mph?

Has this genius seriously never seen Final Destination?  I almost feel like whoever loaded this rebar wanted to impale some hapless fool following behind him.

Howling at the June Moon

Have you noticed that the days are a little longer and the nights a t-shirt friendly temperature?  That's right my pretties, summer is upon us.  A lackluster winter and a yawn inducing spring made us forget about the mirthful months of summer.  I have a feeling that during these next few months the black raincloud bitch of a year known as 2015 will pull the metaphorical rod out of its colon and allow us some joy and merriment.  Only time will tell, so in the meantime let me give a little shout out to the Cloggers and those who...

Save hot sauce packets from restaurants, and actually use them.

Pregame for the after party.

Appreciate a good front crooks.

Find joy walking as opposed to driving.  

Wear an SNK tattoo.

Live for the simple things in life.

Laugh until they cry.

Show up unannounced.

Bring a beer bottle but not a water bottle during a hike.

Keep it mellow.

Keep is super mellow.

Walk around barefoot.

Will never learn their lesson.

Yell at the top of their lungs.

Intentionally break their phone.

Know what's up.

Embrace the good life.

Have experienced Tommy's.

Have ever cruised the Carlton Ave.

Don't believe in proofreading. 

To those who have ever loved,

 to those who have every lost,

 and to those who have never stopped fucking around,

 no matter the cost.

You can Always Squeeze a Little More Blood out of the Stone

In my particular case, the stone is my hard drive and the blood being wrung out is excess footage.  Enjoy watching some of the homies do what the do best, and no I don't mean drinking beer and acting like children, even though they excel at the too.  The featured skaters are

Austin Gardner

Aaron Brown 

Billy Roper

Dave Abair

Dillon Constantine 

Peter Raffin

Jesse Rose

Matt Hicks

Erik Deringer

Gunz

James Delreal

Wayne Nguyen 

Home Girl  

One More for the Road

A while back I discovered why, as people grow older, they become increasingly more bitter and unreceptive to the world around them.  I came to this particular revelation after my local Hollywood Video closed its doors and I could no longer peruse the vast selection of films until something caught my eye.  I felt a tinge of resentment towards the modern world for robbing me of one of my favorite activities.  I then realized that after decades of similar unfortunate occurrences one transforms into a Scrooge like version of their former self.  Over time a person's spirit erodes like a cliff consistently being berated by the pesky sea.  Huge tragic events do not break down the human spirit, it is little things, like the closing of a video store or perhaps your favorite bar.

I was frightened by what I had learned about the human race but also relieved that I had recognized the issue early on.  These photos may not be the cure, but they sure do ease the pain.

            

However, after I learned that Bukowski already wrote about this type of thing in, "The Shoelace," I felt a little less special.  But I still love these damn photos.  

Photo credit should be paid to Lane Kerans, myself, and others.

"It Must Totally Suck...

to not be us," said Daryl right before sinking his teeth triumphantly into a taco.  And if I am going to be completely honest, which The Clog always is, I must agree with him.  Because you see children, without even knowing it, we have unintentionally stumbled upon the key to eternal bliss.  I am not talking about skateboarding, but the charred crater of a brain that comes after years of standing on said piece of wood.

Are we completely fried? Or do we just know how to appreciate the little things in life, such as a row of leaves stuck in a table?

Or perhaps a nice plate of haggis would better suite you.  

Barney Stinson Approved

I thoroughly enjoy celebrating a friend's birthday by way of the Clog post.  I feel that it is a much more creative and heartfelt gift than something purchased at a store.  Today is Julian Quevedo's birthday.  Any skater who has seen him mangle a ledge agree that he has fine tuned his craft to sheer perfection.  Few do it better than him, but there is more to the man than sw front crooks.  He is a no nonsense, loyal, ninja who will pick you up from a grimy street corner at 3:00 Am with a bucket of fried chicken and beer.  Here are a few extremely old clips demonstrating a portion of his wizardry.  

      

A Couple Brain Cells Swirling

Aspiration breeds discontent.

If you realize you are already dead then you are free to live.

If you realize that you have already reached your destination then you are free to roam.

Acceptance leads to relief, which in turn leads to satisfaction.  None of this might make any sense, but then again, who in their right mind leaves a perfectly good loaf of bread on a bus stop bench?