Pulling the Rock from my Shoe

Occasionally I will edit some footage together on my computer and let it sit there for an unusually long time.  I wait for just the right moment to set it free into the digital world.  Sometimes the wait grows too long, and the unused edit pesters me like a rock in my shoe.  I go about my daily business as if nothing is bothering me, but there is most certainly a slight discomfort in every step.  Eventually I can hold off no longer, tear the shoe from my foot, and allow the rock to bounce happily onto the pavement.  

Here is a little jagged rock I found in my shoe.  

Just add Water

When the heat stings,
and your flesh melts.
When you're feeling sad.
Simply remember your favorite things,
(like malt liquor, flat bars, and gremlins)
and I bet you won't feel half as a bad.

Thoreau's Before Hoes

I have long been an admirer of Henry David Thoreau's writing and the minimalist existence he chose.  The man truly embodied the, fuck all this bullshit I'm gunna do me, lifestyle many rappers and hip hop stars claim to live.

Jay-Z claims to have had a whopping 99 problems without a bitch being one of them, while Thoreau famously said, "Our life is frittered away by detail.  An honest man has hardly need to count more than his ten fingers..."  This man is barely stressing into the double digits!  While it is true that Thoreau never specified whether a woman was one of his few problems, I have to imagine that living a life of isolation in the woods restricted him from having very much female interaction.  This fool probably smelled something funky. 

In summation, I respect works of Jay-Z, but you must recognize a true G!   

Make a Toast to Making the Most, of Your Summer

It's amazing how drinking a beer can make make even the most pitiful skate obstacles seem like funnest skatepark.  Daydreaming about Krysten Ritter also makes everything in life a little more enjoyable.  Disregard the unorthodox video format and enjoy!

My so Called Weekend

Has Anyone ever uttered the following words to you?

"Nah, Hell no man, I do believe you'd get your ass kicked saying something like that."  Jesse and I never hear this wretched phrase either, because we perpetually have mondays off.  I take a small amount of sick pleasure in knowing that while the majority of society is waking up monday morning crusty eyed to a blaring alarm, I am gleefully and leisurely rolling in my sheets like a pig in mud.  Jesse and I have begun treating our two day vacations as if wednesday might not arrive.   

If you happen upon a brewery whilst driving to another town you are obligated to stop there for a beverage.  There are rules to be followed. 

The inside of your tent should be just as beautiful as...

the outside.

Morro Bay is pretty easy on the eyes.

Wonderland might be pushing it a bit.

The river life isn't too bad either.

Good to see the skaters of Guerneville are working hard to keep the scene alive.

Bodega Bay is another sweet piece of eye candy.  I am seeing a reoccurring theme with bays.

Oh yah, we drank some beer and skated too.

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.