does anyone know this number?
216-416-0033??
they have called me about...4 times.
anger, i am feeling
-brandon
who the fuck is this..
The Bad Week. (Act I )
It went all down hill from the 19th.
[At work one night on a little break a new employee asks me to play skate {I had to skate to
work because my throttle cable snapped and had to walk from downtown all the way home.}
We start the game off.]
Me: Kickflip
[ I do a kickflip, I know weird. ]
Peter: I'm not very good at kickflips
Me: Just try.
[worst attempt at a kickflip ever]
Peter: I can only do heelflips really.
Me: Okay then...switch heel.
[ When I'm about to pop a honk and a yell tear my trick apart from the car next to me]
Dude 1: BOO!!! hahah!!!!!
Me [Quite angered with life]: REAL SWEET "BRO" YOU'RE SOO COOL.
[ Being a shitty week, getting stepped on, yelled at, pushed, pulled, anxiety-ized comes a series
of events. I skate back and the car is still waiting for the stop sign. Fuck it.]
Me [ as I skate closer to the car and smack the window with the palm of my had]:
YOU FUCK!
[ Pumped that I finally got back at all the asshole bros, gangsters, and any sorts of testosterone
driven human beings I skate off, ollie up the curb, and get attacked by the man that yelled at
me.]
Dude 1 [ as he trys to put me to the floor]: YOU WANT TO START SHIT LETS GO! LETS GO!!
Me [over powering him, putting my hands around his neck, slightly choking him]: Get the
Fuck off me! I was just fucking around!
Dude 1[scared face]: Get your fucking hands off me!
Me: Get your hands off me!!
[ Out of nowhere 3 dudes roll up 1 skinny, 2 huge guys, one jumps in between me and Dude 1 Then met by a co-worker backing me up pushing the assholes { this is where I realize that they are skateboarders}]
Me: I was just fucking around, are we cool?
Dude 1 [ His face said yes, but his gangster friends, testosterone building body didn't { it was in his eyes}]: NAW, FUCK THAT!
Fat dude: Fuck you!
[Board snapped by fat dude proceeds]
Skinny dude: Heres some grip [ throws it on the ground] go buy a new deck.
Co-worker [ throws the grip at him]: fuck off assholes!
End of Act I
I don't want to start shit...its a small city and you see the same people all of the time. I've seen the dude that had snapped my board before he was nice, but I guess when your rolling 4 deep, dumb, and hip hop you don't have common sense. Skateboarders don't snap other skateboarders boards, its taboo. What all went down was just a sweet miss communication, testosterone, and a bunch of bad decisions.
I knew they were just at FTC and I know that the dude that snapped my board was there friends. Went over to FTC talked to them told them what when down, told them that there wasn't any hard feelings just that it was fucked up. Guess the dude has pride in his car and thats where I crossed the line, oh to be human.
The bad week - hopefully to succeed is the better week.
My Yesterday
consisted of cruising around la habra. just pushing around everywhere for about an hour. i havent done this in a long time. it reminds me of the time noah and i skated from his house to Marina high school. fuck that was a long skate. and actually, not even worth it when we got there. but the adventure, ohhh the adventure.
but basically, i want to do this more often. just skate around, not really throwing my body down things. just skatin curbs and little grass gaps.
join me wont you?
-brandon
This was my day.
My thanksgiving.
....epic play I'm writing thats based on a true story will be posted soon.
It happened to me today..
I'm dining on endangerd soy vegan turkey.
I found an epic relic....really nothing to do with Thanksgiving because well you know....who cares.
Besides Thanksgivings for skateboarding to commence at grounds that wouldn't allow it.
...and thats exactly what I'm dong (skateboarding).
P.S. I take a lot of this videos from lords of apathy...I don't have time to browse youtube.
non-stop work
i have work monday through thursday this week. and ive been working since wednesday. so my feet are kinda killing me. but the past couple of nights ive been skating the local park. fucking shit up and ruining little kids lives. these dudes were asking if i wanted to go skating with them at other spots, i guess some local kids are trying to make a video themselves. but eh, i told them maybe some other time. while i was there tonight i waxed the top of the main bank, and i was just tailsliding the whole thing. tis fun.
i just put my fisheye on my rebel, it fits, but cannot focus. shitty.
so yeah, since i will be in invine from thursday through sunday i would like to skate in that area. which means chase and i need to get our filming on. noah on the other hand cannot skate with us, so he will have to send me footage via internet or the mail.(send me a mini dv) hah.
shit, i started this post at 12:15am and it is now 1:21am. god damn youtube.
-brandon
eff things.
Right now skateboarding < school which sucks but I was able to skate the DMV which is quite
fun which reminded me of sessions back home, curbs, flatground, manual pads, and also a rail
which was legit.
Old stuff.
This is what my life consist of lately...homework a ish ton
4 prints, let me know.
April 1st
i really hope that gives us enough time to get this shit done.
granted i have other things on my mind like;
moving
getting a new job
photography
reading
considering college
banging hookers
painting
a car
so i dunno. i want it to happen though, which means we really need to pick up the slack. i know chase has weekends off now, so in a week or so im going to ask for 2 weekends off a week so we can go skate.(thats alot of weeks in that last sentence.) good idea right? yes. it is.
also, jared, the lense i have on my rebel is the basic 18-55mm zoom lense. let me borrow your wide angle lens nigga!
-brandon
noah, stop name dropping.
BULLSHIT I SAYS!!!
you fucking God sucking cock,
http://www.ocregister.com/news/park-city-school-1922199-huntington-beach
great, what fucking shit will the make us wear going to the BEST flat bar and bank convieved by man (probably a fluke)
-chase-
UPDATE: screw old people.
over a month
it has been over a month since i last updated/been here. but i decided to get over things and continue writing for the greater good.
i myself have not been skating as much in these past weeks. mostly skating the la habra park at night time, perfecting all the basic tricks on flat. also, at night the park is pretty dead:
in other news, i almost got fired. and i need to mail things out to people.
-brandon
The big hundo.
Skateboard day rained out.
Here is funny article about the people I ride with (Mcbain is the one who sold me my moped):
What happens when one SF Weekly reporter dares to penetrate the inner circles of post-track-bike hipsters
By Lauren Smiley
Published: November 7, 2007
Subject(s): Smiley on moped gangs
First the Hells Angels blazed down Bay Area highways on their hogs. In the 80s and 90s, hipsters revived vintage scooters until the yuppies bought in. Then the cool but unkempt crowd turned to track bikes.
Now there’s a new cool king on the city’s two-wheeled transport scene: the moped.
Yes, the moped. Why? It definitely can’t be because it’s tough — any motorized bike with pedals ain’t tough, sorry. It can’t be because it’s fast — even mopeds kitted out with more powerful motors can’t legally go on the highway. And there’s the fact that they need constant maintenance. So what’s the attraction? Well, they’re cheap, and they get up to 100 miles to the gallon.
The retro-bikes have become so trendy that there are even moped gangs — although they’re more adorable than menacing. Compare the Hells Angels logo with that of the Creatures of the Loin, a two-year-old moped gang that got its start in the Tenderloin. The Angels’ logo features a sinister skull with wings; the Creatures’ logo bears a hairy mascot that is half orangutan, half sloth, and all ironic.
But apparently even ironic hipsters can get angry and territorial. A few weeks back, we heard about a rift among the Creatures that had produced a splinter faction — a rival moped gang. Juicy shit.
On a recent Monday night, we showed up to get the dirt at the Edinburgh Castle Pub on Geary Street as the Creatures gathered before their weekly ride. A cursory glance at the mostly-twentysomething characters by the parked mopeds out front indicated that the Creatures are big on blunt bangs, handlebar mustaches, messenger bags, and fanny packs — with a few dweeby engineering types sprinkled in.
We were looking for Graham French, one of the group’s founders. One guy wearing a T-shirt that read simply "Moped" deals us some advice on approaching French: "He doesn’t like talking about stuff. Just don’t tell him you’re a reporter."
The Creatures apparently fear press. Their Web site mentions a "media blackout," and we’ve heard through the grapevine that a long thread on the Creatures Web forum warns against talking to the SF Weekly (the elusive French had already told us on the phone he didn’t want the Creatures in the paper, but we thought we might be able to convince him face-to-face). A sweet-faced blond guy named Graham McBain was wary of speaking to us, saying any media exposure will make the cops pay attention to them. During the previous week’s ride, McBain said, several riders were pulled over on the Bay Bridge on the ride to Treasure Island (remember, mopeds can’t go on the highway). The rest of the riders and their bikes had to be shuttled back to the city by the vehicle they usually use for getting to rallies. This didn’t help the group’s hip factor, but it was actually kind of cute.
Members also advised us not to mention the split to French. According to the Moped Army Web site (a national group of aficionados), a faction left the Creatures last year "after a nasty and divisive split between the two branch founders [for] personal reasons" (we’ve heard rumors it was over a girl) as well as the two groups’ "differences of opinion about the identity and purpose of the moped gang."
The other Creatures founder, Benjamin Broad, went on to form a group called the Treats, now 15 members strong: "Every Monday they eat all day and ride and never gain a pound," the group’s description reads on the Moped Army site. "Most of the Treats have no job or little to do but moped."
We were hoping to get the scoop from Broad, but his e-mail was evasive. Then McBain called us the day after the ride with more bad news. The Creatures were mad at him for speaking to us, he said apologetically: "We’re not super happy about it, and we wouldn’t be happy if it came out." Every time a story is published more mopeds get stolen, he says: "We kind of like to … have our fun, and the more attention we get — I don’t know. I don’t know." He adds something about disgruntlement over his appearance in an insert in Vice magazine on a moped known as the Romeo Thunderhawk without the Creatures’ permission. Huh?
We’re still confused two days later when we get another call. "This is Graham," an angry voice snarled. Graham who? He doesn’t answer. We surmised that this was definitely not the polite don’t-shoot-the-messenger McBain. This was the other Graham. "We don’t want anything to do with the article. And I can hear you typing, too," he says with venom. We switched to a notepad to placate him and asked, simply, why?
"It doesn’t matter why," he snipes. "We don’t want the Creature name in the paper. We don’t want to have anything to do with it."
But the media blackout has failed again — in the end, it’s hard to be intimidated by guys with a monkey sloth for a mascot.
Who’s a cwanky wittle monkey swoth? Who? That’s wight, you are. Oh yes you are.
99th post traumatic syndrome
We are on the 99th boys and it seems I'm goin in lone ranger status. Tomorrow will be filled with skateboarding joy.
I went to the Ruca art opening yesterday [forgot the camera] and pretty much saw the most amazing stuff ever. Not so much artwork-wise [Barry Mcgee is amazing] but just massive surge of skateboarding talent that was in the room. All of the Ruca skateboarders, artist, and figureheads were all there along with SF locals.
I got there early because Mark said that there would be free goodies in cotton/pulp form. The manager recognized me so I got in early, money. Got some Barry threads and the art show book and just watched as the talent poured in. They were all on the Ruca "Mild Ride" and everyone was pretty haggard but amazing, it was like a soco reunion. I had my second encounter Danny Garcia [the first I think is with Brandon at Rancheo when he asked if we had a skate tool and we didn't then he proceeded to do the best live switch tre.] Tommy Guerrero's band played, Cairo Foster sighting with kid, Jimmy [ruca TM] bled all over the ground - Ed documented, Leo lookin like scum, blah blah blah....thats not the sweet part/me bragging.
I was taking with Mike [acid] and Matt [works at huff] and I made eye contact with Josh Harmony and he recognized me from HB park! So we talked a little congratulated him about his kid and he was holding a couple of jackets and went he went to find his friend to put them away, he left, couldn't find his friend, met back up with me. Mark was close by so I had mark help Josh with his jacket situatish and helped him put it downstairs. Then Ed was there also and he recognized me also! It was pretty intense/amazing/fun/depressing. Oh dear I'm kind of a big deal now.
P.S. skateboarding going on the 100th post!
Cryogenically frozen
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