Santa Monica Beach

4..21..07

The frisco kids were staying at
Huntley, Santa Monica Beach Hotel


Huntley: Elegant yet eclectic











Canal Club Wood Grill & Sushi Bar

Dinner at Venice Beach

We Have Company: Out of Towners

4..13..07
Friday: Balboa Island

Dinner at Amelia’s. Seafood indulging. Took the Balboa Island ferry (3 car ferry) back to the pennisula. Fun little cruise. Fun job to have. Crusing, boozing, rocking the boat. Turn up the volume.

4..14..07
Saturday: LA

T-Rash and Down SINdrome on a weekend mission with the folks. Unfortunately, BLoas was missing in action. Laos is in the house! Another weekend without BLoas, another weekend of quiet desperation.

Started off: Sneaker hunting in Downtown LA. A girl cannot have enough Blazers. Urth Café for brunch. They always get my bread pudding wrong. Fell in love with an MV Agusta parked on Beverly. Shopping on Rodeo, spotted at least 20 Bentleys, 10 Ferraris, 4 Aston Martin, a few Rolls Royce, and one Vector. The best store on Rodeo: Westime: my dream collection: Jaquet Droz, Richard Mille, Audemars Piguet. Tell time, don’t tell lies. A girl’s best friend: Harry Winston. A girl’s next best friend: De Beers. The perfect ring was selected with the perfect diamond cut. Elegant yet simple, not outlandishly pretentious. After the transaction, the sales lady comments, “Congratulations, Amen!” What?!? No one’s getting married you crack head. Drove through Melrose in search for Table 8 and Providence. Reservations are booked at Providence, ended up dining at McCormick & Schmick. Entered the Beverly Wilshire, as seen on Pretty Women. T-Rash was greeted by the doorman, “Nice to see you again!” Apparently someone comes here often.

4..15..07
Sunday: Costa Mesa

Dinner at the Westin: Pinot Provence
Can get use to eating frog legs, but not liver. Hard to indulge in the liver: the thought of force-feeding a goose to fatten the liver is not a very pleasant imagery.

Riding Speaks Louder than Words

4..08..07 Easter Sunday


From 17th street down to Newport,
pass Balboa, down to the wedge...
and all the way back up to 17th....
fun in the sun.

Cruise, bruise, don't be the last one to lose.

We ain't no messenger,
we're carless city revengers!!

Next month come join the fun. Ride or die.


Organized by: toDiefor

Check them out, give them a holla, show them some love, pay your respects.


"Do you wanna riiide?
In the backseat, of a Caddy
Chop it up, with Do or Die
Do you wanna riiide?"

Which badass can guess who this is?

Ziings @ Downtown Fullerton

Fullerton
3..31..07.... CONTINUES.....

….Rolled to pick up the homies. Midnight arrives. In the car, purse clinging against the metal frame. "What's that Monkey noise?" On the freeway, Arnold cuts a car, side busting. The tailgating begins. Frank slows down. He’s got his bro’s back. If need be, Frank’s armed to swerve into the fucker rubber necking around. Crash and burn. Chaos and destruction. Don’t mess with us Bay folks. We some badass kids….

…Downtown Fullerton. Cousin Vic has been waiting. Met the fellas. Nice to meet you Mo! Mo’ Money!!! Bar hoppin. Music is poppin. Ziing’s is ringing. Shaking that ass. The cuz laughs, “Boys are checking you out!” No, boys are checking you out bro! 2 am. Bars are closed. No more asian invasion. Drunk but not drunk driving. Mobbing deep on the freeway to the cuz crib. Lights out! Blinkers on! Are we racing or what?...

In the crib, Anime craze! Baped out! Gangstas Bapestas! Drinking to beer, watching 300. Nipples. Butthole. Sparta. Niggas!... Del Taco run 4 in the morning. Knock out! We ain’t never ready to go home ….

Bapesta Gangstas!

CANceptual @ Gallery Crewest

Los Angeles
3..31..07

CANceptual, explore the minds of the Flexible Visual

Spent the evening in the hood with gangsta homie Frank scoping out the dopest can art. $50, $100, $125, SOLD!...

http://www.crewest.com/

… Stood in line for an hour for some PINK’s Hot Dog in Hollywood. Ordered: Quadala-dupa-deBBop hot dogs. Met a groupie of Muslim students from UCI. Before any formal introduction, the Muslim boy popped me and Frank a question: “Are you guys married?” WHAT? WHAT MEANING?!!! (intended to be said with a FOB accent). Bitch Please!!! We homies, nomads, niggas, commies. More adventure in line: Got hollered at in line by drive-by low riders with a cigar. “It’s just a hot dog!!” Downed the wiener…