Wylin' out - Trevor Style

Pic will say it all... this dude constantly supplies me with laughs. Cheers dude.

Photo by Jay Stack


Track or Die

A lil something i've been thinking of doing for a while:
Track or DIE


Boredom on a Sunday night...

So a friend just sent me this in an email... My thesis, amoungst others is now in the UNCC library.

I think I have an e-stalker.

I think someone in NC is stalking me. They keep going to my Myspace page, grabbing my pictures and copying shit from my blog and adding it to their website. It's kinda pussish. I guess some people have nothing better to do with their lives than to act like 17 year old highschool kids. Something tells me these kids won't ever grow up.


Yes, Probably...

WOW. So, this weekend has been a blast. Joi was in town from pRaleigh, NC and we have been giving her the grand tour of NYC and BK. She's leaving Tuesday afternoon so we still have 2 full days to show her 'sup with the 718. Yesterday we romped around Williamsburg, hitting up all the essential stores that a girl in her 20's would want to visit and I ended up leaving her at Beacon's Closet for a few hours. We ended up eating at Taco Chulo and then headed over to Jameson's loft party. After a rumor that Ghostface was heading to KCDC, we trucked our way to the northside. Alas, it was a rumor, so we made our way to Savalas for the Mad Suspect party. Now, i'm not neccessarily a creature of habit, but with good music, good people and cheap drinks i'll be the first to admit that I enjoy this party and will return to it every week. Even if it's just for a few drinks. Well last night Drop the Lime and the Captain were straight cutting shit up. Beat after beat we were wylin out and having a good time. I took a lot of pics which i'll post later on. But for now, here's the Captain's blog documenting the alleged thug wizzardry occuring. On our way home, Amanda and I were walking along Metropolitan under the BQE when this cab rolled by and this kid yelled some shit out the window to her. I usually just let that slide, but for some reason I decided to throw my cup of ice at the cab, just as a symbol of my appreciation for ignorance. Well, this drunk-ass busted Jersey lookin girl hops out of the cab and runs up to slap me. Quickly, I stepped aside and pushed her outta the way and told her to go home. At that point, the kid that was yelling at Amanda ran up with his fists all out like Dempsy and tries to take a swing at me. He missed. Then, the girl comes up and blind-sides Amanda and in my attempt to help her, I let my gaurd down, at that point, that lil bitch sucker-punches me. He wound up all Cartoon Network style too. I'm assuming this punch was everything he had in his body, but it literally was like having a 12 year old hit you in the face. I just laughed at him and made my way over to his face with my fist. I caught him in the face, cutting my knuckle on his mouth in the process. I then kneed him in the stomach and straight up side kicked him in the ribs. At this point, he was getting pissed and we were yelling "GO HOME" to him. Now, i'm not a racist. It annoys the piss out of me when people use that as a crutch. This dude, thought we were telling him to "go home to Africa". He proceeded to call us "Yuppie hipster racists"... Over the recent months, the word "Hipster" has made its way on my top 10 "GOD ENOUGH ALREADY" list. I cannot stand this word, it's essentially like calling someone "young". We ended up leaving those two worthless people to rot in their own anger and we went home. I woke up this morning with no hangover and a small shiner. BATTLE WOUNDS BROOKKLLLLLLYN!


Head hurtin and all that...

GOD! Last night was seriously a cat 5 for sure. Low Bee and Aaron Lacrate layin out some heavy Bmore Club till the wee hours. Amanda and I rolled out early and hung out with Pete and others. At $10 a drink, I decided to keep it sober night. The Trouble and Bass Crew, Cut Boys and some Bushwick peeps were out in full-force. As were the shiney shoes, sexual predators from the UES. Everytime we tried to wyle out, one of these dudes got all sandy and looked at us like we were crazy. Not to mention they were trying to pick up anything with a snatch. Aaron La Crate threw down some HEAVY Baltimore club. The crowd seemed to get down to it and although like most venues Oxy chooses for these parties, there were 80% toolbags in the crowd. But the 20% of hype was in full force. Tonight, we're prolly gonna lay low because God took a piss on me this afternoon. Out to Nash's bday party and prolly something local. Tomorrow, it's the Mad Suspect party at Savalas. Gotta get my fix. ONE


Nike P Rod Artist Series - Stash

Man, I just got these in today and I am seriously stoked on them. It's the last shoe in the Artist Series Nike was running on the P Rod shoes. The laser-engraving is insane! The Chrysler Building really stands out!

This is INSANE!

Seriously made me laugh when I found out it was just Viral Advertising! That Girl Emily


It's been a while

Yes, It has been a while. I hardly doubt anyone reads this blog anyway. But for those that do, the past few weeks have been too miserable to really pose any significant blogging. Saturday morning, I felt like hell. My sinuses and congestion has only gotten worse over the past week. Literally, when I woke up Saturday, I couldn't swallow or breathe. After some DayQuil®, I ran over to the Bushwick Bike Shop and picked up a new wheelset for Amanda's stingray. I've mentioned this bike previously. It was an eBay buy for $80 and it's been sitting in our loft for the past few weeks with a new coat of Krylon X-metal purple anodized spraypaint anticipating a new set of wheels to make it whole. Well, $120 later, I've got her up and running. We rode through the rainy streets of BK during the morning hours and then to the LES during the afternoon. Amanda got some new shoes and I picked up some new shirts and shorts for the summer weather. I have to commend her on her endurance. She didn't need to take a break at all on the bridge, her legs just kept moving the cranks as fast as she could. Here's a shot of the bike before and a few shots after... cheers