New Dedicated Site.
I went balls out and got a dedicated website for this monster. Go check out www.meanshatesyou.com from now on. Thank you for your dedicated viewing. In time I will return the favor. It will most likely be paid in PBR. Just ask me for one. I got you for being such a good reader. Now, go to the new site and subscribe, damnit.
Why, sir? Why?
I know now that as I write this I will most likely be years too late to do anything about it. I know now that as I write this it’s already too late. I watch it daily; the death of The American Dream. I hold on against hope, though. I can’t lie about how I saw a possible turn around when Americans allowed the Electoral College to elect the first Black man to our highest office. I hope the future will be different from before him and I guess we’ll see soon enough. As Malcom once said; “Time will tell.” Time it seems tells a lot in the end. I can look back at four years ago when I was knee deep in a relationship that was all sort of wrong with a kid cooking in her over, a corporate job on lock, a gut that clocked in as just under fat and just past healthy and feel a sense of dread that I was DOA from there on out. Time, it would seem, has proven all that to be not the case. I am here now. I am married, sure, but it’s to a woman I love and who loves me for me. As a man I can’t ask for more from her. I have dirt under my nails and I won’t apologize for it. She can handle that and that’s why it works.
To the matter, if there is one; the classic saying of “stay to the truth at the root” is right in every sense. I have been done on all fronts in my life and no matter what happens the truth holds the most water. I am writing this to stretch the muscles and flash some skin. I’m proving to myself I still got It. The Great Wave is still riding high here and I hope as you read this, TV Land, that you see the that the person tending the light at the end of this long tunnel isn’t some supreme being but just another freak like you who’s hoping you’d be there to tend a light of your own.
The message without the prose: Give someone some light. Help them out and you’ll see it paid in full someday.
Mystery Ranch
Generic Camel 3-Day Edition
I haven’t posted in awhile and for that I apologize. To the matter at hand, dig what’s really good with these military specification bags. If you’re like me you’re tired of brands “adopting” or “being influenced by” the military and the utilitarianism such institutions foster. Fuck the middle man. Go to the appropriate source.
Stop Smiling
Stop Smiling Magazine. One of the today’s best written mags on news stands. I know people don’t read anymore but, really, I hope these guys get a larger readership. I haven’t found anybody who knows about the mag but I’m optimistic. Check them out. Buy a subscription. The interview issues are the shit. I mean, RZA, J Dilla, ?uestlove and Kurt Vonnegut dug them enough to give interviews so maybe you’d dig them enough to pick up a subscription. Who knows, right?
Dig it.
Krink
Krink=10 Ninjas
I write. Again, I know. I’m way too old to be making a general mess of all things public. I have, in turn, taken it upon myself to become a second class degenerate instead of the usual first class one. I now admire, respect and revolve around the illegal art world instead of participating in it. This has made me a half of a Nazi phony which I only can explain away by saying I’m married and I don’t want to bring down the pain on my loving wife for the bullshit I perpetrate. Whatever, though. I’ve become a paint connoisseur and I can say that Krink is doing everything 10 Ninjas.
Christmas Part II
We ended our first road trip in lackluster style. A greeting party at the house consisting of my uncle, his wife and his son, my sister and my step mother awaited us as we pulled into the drive. I can say now that I was nervous. Not nervous in a “the Nazis are coming” kind of way but a “Jesus, I think I might shit my pants in public again” kind of way. I have found that it is the fear of public self shitting that supersedes most of my other fears about self preservation. This fear is monumental when trying to get into my mind. I suggest you keep that close at hand.
We ate at Maggiano’s. I don’t like Maggiano’s. I despise the faux classic motif it tries to carry and find its general back alley Godfather-era build out demeaning. I won’t delve too far into it as I’m sure you don’t care enough to know. If you do, just ask. I hate being around my family. I hate it even more that I’m forced to converse too much with total strangers that have been estranged from my daily life for large amounts of time in such a congenial manner. It in-senses me.
I will continue this. God wills it. For now, formulate some twisted scenario involving the individuals in the following photos. Make of it what you will. I will tell you nothing.
A Christmas Vacation Pt. I
..done in the key of “Means.”
It started out well enough. We had plans to leave around 10am which, granted, was a stretch considering neither my wife nor I happen to be morning people. We had to let in the cleaning lady and her friend for our yearly condo gutting which, by the way, went well, thanks. She had just started on the kitchen when we left and from the look on her and her friend’s faces it wasn’t looking like they were pleased with the $200 I shelled out and would be looking for more when I returned. No matter, we left anyway. On the way out we gassed up on petrol and coffee. I had a few donuts and we headed out on our way south towards the endless desert.
We made it all five hours at a dead run straight south on 93, 40, 60, 78 and the 101. We stopped somewhere in bars…wait, wrong writter and wrong written work. We stopped sometime in Wickenburg and had a bite amongst the locals who I am safe in saying were as afraid of us as we were of them. I have learned in my travels that it best to breed a healthy scare factor about yourself when venturing into desert redneck dwellings. It sets up a strange sort of predator-prey dynamic at the offset of any encounter which hopefully, with any luck, holds up long enough for you to weasel your way out of unpleasantness with the nazi yokels.
Our Toyota Highlander was a modern day wagon train as we hammered head on into the barren wastes separating Vegas from Scottsdale, making record time which I’m pretty sure matched some world record in some third world country for just such a journey. We hit the Hoover Dam somewhere in between here and there and I have to say that I’m amazed at what a focused and driven human being can do with the right set of eyes. The new bridge is a masterpiece done to exacting standards set down by no less than God herself. I makes you proud to be an American and know that your countrymen can do with concrete what most men would see as impossible.
I will have more to come but for now, please, I beg of you to enjoy the first set of pictures.
DV One Site Launch
DV One Site Launch Banner
A good friend of mine was in town recently and had mentioned that he was launching his website soon. He’s a world famous-and I mean that title- DJ who’s done work with some of today’s biggest top 40 Hip-Hop stars and underground hustlers alike. He is paid insane amounts of money just to spin records and with a loot getting endeavor like that you can’t help but give the man respect. I’ve known DV since we started CBF together two years ago and through him I’ve had the luxury of meeting some foreknown designers and artists in NYC. Ask me about the Supreme story or the night we walked in on a Frank151 video shoot with a box of CD’s and a bottle of booze. Before you do anything of those things-which you probably won’t do anyway-check out his website.
A Work of Lethal Art
Sig556 ER
I had the opportunity to fire this amazing weapon a few weeks ago and I have to say that I’m on the save-up for one of my own. As far as I’m concerned it’s a must have for any weapon connoisseurs. The 5.56 round isn’t the best I’ve ever had the honor of firing down range but seeing as how it’s the go-to here in the States it’s readily available and not a pain in the ass to get so the weapon is both function and practicality. If you ever go over to Citadel Gun & Safe or American Shooters see if they have a Sig556 ER for rent to use on the range. It’s a great weapon and the tac light is killer. No pun intended.
Supermarket Online
A great fashion retailer opens up shop in Europe.
I almost fell out of my chair a while ago when I saw that Supermarket had an online component and immediately felt obligated to help spread the world about it. I had the privilege to visit the Supermarket online site out of random boredom and I was impressed by the varying choice of different fashion avenues such a seemingly random store had to offer. I mean, they shout out Fiberops while selling tried and true classic design like vintage Levis. I did see some Head Porter stuff on their site which enamors me even more to their company. If you get a minute check it out I’d suggest you do so. Supermarket is dope and it would be dope to see people pushing for them to open shop closer to home here in the States.
