fullerton at the moment!

alright.. so im sitting in a hotel, a marriott to be exact..
here take a look.

so basically the trip to vegas was a bust. i got sick, the night we got there!!! basically didnt want to have a relapse of chicago so i kept the drinking to a minimial amount.. wait actually i didnt drink at all. FAST FORWARD! well anyways im sitting in this room and these fellow friends of mine are aggreessively drinking this 5th of henny.. \
LEIGHTWEIGHTS! they are already super red in the face.. HA!

wait the bottle is gone.. they are gone as well..
fuck, looks like i am here to blog as they go grind on AZN females of this area. HA! after writing that- how i wish i felt up to par take in the events of this fine evening.. arrghhhh!

whatever.

moment of the night.
dropping the boys off at the club in bryans lincoln GT with his cool rims and cool sounds system bumping The Cool Kids- Black Mags... that shit thumps super hard!
oh man that song THUMPS!

SLIPPED INTO MIA YET AGAIN!

MIA MIA MIA!!

the days pass, and my adventures culiminate.. the pages of this book, fugiratively of course are getting more and more filled and this book thicker and thicker, im really trying to make an effort to write in this blog more. not for you, but for me.. i feel like i have so much to tell and i dont care who is listening or who is looking blah blah..

it would be nice to know that there is a good amount of people reading this, just an ego booster.. shit thats why we all have blogs beyond the obligatory reason, "for venting." psshhh get out of here.. we are all trying to show that our lives are better then the next.
well anyways for some reason my computer isnt allowing meto sign into gmail hence not allowing me to sign into blogger- so in turn im writing on my notepad program and i will later cut and copy into my actual blog later. shit- im even writing with pink font. ridiculous. so im writing from the vegas airport, random indeed. while sitting here waiting for my cohorts to arrive for a night of shininanagins and debauchery id assume- i have this baby standing in front of me stairing me in the face, im trying not to look cause she is wearing a bowler cap, smoking a cigar, and for some reason is pulling a pair of brass knuckles out of her right pocket. im getting kinda scared.. somebody, anybody.. WHERE IS THIS BABIES PARENTS?! the weirdest part- besides her hardcore exterior- there is one piece that is lacking she is wearing pink bootie sock/ shoe type of things. WEIRD.

well anyways last i wrote i was in san diego!? or leaving.. maybe i was back i dont really remember.. but ive been in the bay for the past two days, carefully designing and handling bullshit. HOPEFULLY ill finally have my magnum running by when i get back to SF.. ive called in my homie brandi to help me with the engine work.. cause my hands are messed up severally and my nerves are all crazy and cant hold a dremel to save my life.. FUCK IT! whatever...

ive been working on some designs for the wolfPACKS pink dolphins project.. well youngLs brain child to be exact..

anyways i hate airports! why you ask!? number one its a damn process, a damn dumb time consuming process.
option 2: couples! either saying goodbye, or hello. both entailing dramatic goodbyes and intense kissing, touching, hugging blah blah! all the things im lacking in my life.

DAMN! i want someone to be thinking about me and wondering where i am in the world and wishing they where with me... Ffuuuuccckkkkk.
whateves! i got dreams and nightmares which keep me moving.

ill post some pictures later.. im going to go look for a restroom which i can blow my nose at.

OH! im broke as shit so i packed 3 peanut butter and jelly sandwichs, 3 fiber one bars, stole a handful of peanut bags from the plane, and i have a another thing of nuts i bought earlier,..

LETS GO ELLIOTT!
DREAM TEAM!
imagine only!

AVOCADO GREEN IS NOT MY COLOUR!

so im sitting in my room sipping on a glass of wine,.. and damn. i have a total love hate relationship going on with it.. i dont wanna drink it any more but i cant stand to look at this glass still having liquids in it, after reading this article about this pig farmer in vegas who is responisble for getting rid of the majority of the las vegas waste, i feel like its my job to not waste anymore.. hence this purple/red liuid in front of me.. GOODBYE!

anyways i had a long exciting weekend..the reprocution is an extremely burnt back.. the sun burned it very nicely and oh it hurts.. anyways while this shirt was off i was able to get 2 mopeds operable. YEA!!

enough moped talk.. anyways crazy weekend.. hung out with some cool friends from the past- always enjoyable, crazy how fast time turns,.. well anyways here are some pictures.. after all the years and after the countless people ive met this is still the most beautiful person ive ever seen..

me of course..
then off to this crazy photoshoot we had.. it was a live action photoshoot! in the flesh in the moment.. no screens.. just US..
vice magazine.. im ready.

just for the record, i hate my mouth..
friends


skittles!

best friends.. no homo..



k thats it for now.. ima bout to start really getting into a life talk. so im out.
BYE!

struggle to rhyme

alright so my homie enoch- he is the man.. anyways we meet up the other night after a fairly long hiatus due to my journeys.. anyways i was going through his myspace and noticed this dope video by our homie cam.
i would highly suggest checking it out! its fucking dope.



also you can see a fair amount of my work through out..
this fool is an awesome MC and the beats are all from within- from our friends or himself.
anyways take a look and enjoy

"its a new way of living."

so living in SF, my friends and i are always looking for new ways to live effectively and affordably.. and after the "living kitchen" we have arrived on another one. i call it the bed-set clo-room basically a closet that doubles as a room.




okay so my first concerns- at first i was trippen. i dont know how this is gonna work it is all communal space. ill take pictures of the rest of the unit later.. its dope.. just its a loft.. no privacy.

what happens when girls come over? i love to be naked and love them naked. BUT what happens when one of my 2 roomates is home?! i dont mind.. i hope you ladies dont mind..

ahaha im mad tired.. goodnight..

communal living this is the REAL real world.

2 bedroom for three people. all communal space.. DAMN!

one more

yea black and blue. FUCK

FUCK THOSE JERKS!!!!!

alright so im still in san diego and i went out tonight with some old friends and my brother.
and while leaving the bar some marines knocked my homie jarel(my main myspace picture) and then following this faggot marine tore his shirt off and his friends attached us. i grabbed one of the jerks and put him into a choke hold and his friend went straight for my head.. socking like crazy.. my head is bruised up and i have a fat lip.

here are some of the pictures.. nothing crazy but the fuckers end up in jail
FUCK YOU! JERK!


cant really see the fatness.. but oh, its there!
i hate those jerks! they had no reason to punk my friend.. but whatever i think we ended up victorious.. i mean they are in jail


FUCK YOU JERKS!

i will go into more detail tomorrow.
until then goodnight

PS my brother is a Gee, if he is a around , i highly suggest you dont fuck with me.