Thursday, October 16, 2014
A long awaited trip to the half motherland. A place where the Guinness and Jameson flow like water. A place not known for their cuisine. A land of freckled red heads that will steal your heart and their brothers will either knuckle you out or pass you a pint. I'm on my way to drinking all the Guinness in Ireland at the moment while avoiding eye contact with the local knuckleheads. I'm also eating some of the worst food I've ever had, and reminds me of my nana pat's cooking. Everything seems have the same flavor profile and looks like the brown frown. The Irish have a distinct style I might add, The Dublin uniform as I like to call it. One consists of either an adidas windbreaker or sweatshirt, accompanied by trainer pants and a pair of runners. I've been staying away, but shit, these are my people. Then you have the neatly dressed bartender in a white shirt and tie. He's the one you really have to watch out for. He will get you shlammered from the time you wake up til the time the bar closes. So I've heard.?!?!.. The women well..... The women have something that's is quite interesting. I find them attractive, but I'm also attracted to the freckled and pale type. There are no shortage of watering holes in this dear city, but picking the right one can be a tough challenge. I'm not looking for the yuppie, pass me a pint with your loafers on. I'm looking for the old man chasing his pint with a whiskey at 11am kinda spot. The kinda spot where everyone is yelling and I can't understand a fucking word what anyone is saying even though it's English. Where the beef stew is in a pot at the end of the bar served in a dirty bowl. This is Probably why I have diarrhea, but that's another story. As I write this someone I think someone shit their pants at the bar. Hahahhhh I'm not even kidding. True story. Nasty ass...
Posted by FNGRBLST at 5:56 PM
Sunday, August 24, 2014
In 1988 my next door neighbor used to come visit his father every summer and over the holidays from Texas. I used to watch him skate in front of the house for hours. But I never had the nerve to introduce myself to him. One day it happened. I got up the nerve and decided to go downstairs and meet him. We quickly became close friends. At the time I didn't have a board and he would let me roll around on his. His parents really spoiled him was and he would kinda rub it in my face that I didn't have one and get mad when I was riding his. I remember it like it was yesterday. A black Lance Mountain (the one with knight seal) Independent trucks and Bones wheels. When summer ended he returned to Carollton, Texas and knew I wouldn't see him again till the next holiday. After he left, I knew it was time to get my very own. I circled every combination I could possibly make within the budget I had at the time. Definitely couldn't get the Swiss bearings and had to stick with the German. For some reason one board stood out to me more than any other in this CCS catalog. I think maybe because it was his name or the aggressiveness of the graphic, but I knew at that moment I had to have it. My first real board was The infamous NATAS KAUPAS. It was the natural wood color with Black Gullwing trucks, Schmitt stick rails and a set of Black Powell Mini Rat Wheels with German Bearings. This was my first TRUE LOVE. Skateboarding was a little different back then. It was seen as rebellious activity. Most of the kids that I grew up skating with used it to get away from their shit households and their friends and tribe became their new family. We made a family from our love for skating. Over the years of skating I've made my best friends through it, traveled, experienced the wrong side of the tracks, late nights, laughs, beers, more beers, blood, sweat, tears, lost friends, celebrations, photos, sponsors, contests, more laughs, more beer, big pants , little pants,big wheels.little wheels, duct taped sneakers, long adventures, crazy women, music from every angle, more blood, more tears, cheers, the wind in my face, and 26 years of true love. From the first time I stepped on a board I knew what defined me. Until today I never really thought about how much it meant to me. Today I received my first skateboard again The infamous NATAS. Ive been on the hunt for this board for 15 years . This is my Holy Grail!! My church!! I held it in the hands for the first time in over 25 years and all the great, bad, amazing, trippy, and beautiful memories filled my mind and should once again I am reminded.........I FUCKING LOVE SKATEBOARDING.
Posted by FNGRBLST at 11:44 PM
Friday, March 14, 2014
BUTTA PECAN RICANS!!! As I turn the big 26…..I mean 36????? 4 friends and I decided to fly to Puerto Rico for a few days…It has to be one of the best trips I've ever taken… Cold Medallas..Sana and the bathroom blues..Visiting El Batey and staring at my future self…I've got five on it Mr.Danny…So many shrimp I got Iodine poising.. Ceviche House..Hustling for beach chairs and slipping past security.. Hip Hop clubs and salsa dancing….while AUTO screams ALLAH..Old ruby….Cock fights!! So Insane!!!!! Forts and Sea Urchins…Weekend at Bernies….!!!!! LA perla...Mofongo, Ox Tail, Jerk Chicken, more Medalla, More Mofongo, Skirt Steak..Laughs, and more laughs…MR. DANNY..Anyone seen my phone or my stickers…Im out of stickers!!!! To my close friends I never want to come home…Til next year!!!!
Posted by FNGRBLST at 9:27 PM
Wednesday, October 23, 2013
I was nervous I have to admit. One because I hate flying, I hate that I have no control over airbus filled with people I can't trust for 10 hours at 30,000 feet. Two, the horror stories about Brazil. I heard be careful everyday for 3 months. Why Brazil? Its sketchy.SO!!??? Did I make a mistake buying a flight to Sao Paulo to a have a little fun and or breath of fresh air… HELLLLLLLLL NOOOOOOO!!!!! I didn't. From the moment I arrived I was stoked! Lost in translation YES, but surround by BIG butts, good food, non judgmental people, artists/art, did I say great food,and the coldest beers I've ever had. I have to admit the poverty there is the worst I've ever seen, but at the same time looking past the ALL TERRAIN SOCKS AND FEET, the smell of poop, and the crazy crack rambles, they were the nicest people I've met. They do dirt and we do dirt..Thats the mentality, Mind your damn business. THIS WAS MY KIND OF PLACE. Everything from Trannies, yes I said trannies (no touchy but funny to look at), to painting beautiful pieces, to old school hip hop turntable nights, the 300 pixacio meetup, to the cold beers, to sunday afternoon breezes served with a side of Fejioda, to unicycles and psych class, to fill ins dayside, to toothless Pucky, to fish head soup under the bridge, to paint stained hands, to late night chicken sandwiches, to the worm we walked, and to so many memories, I must go back….. THIS place is where its at, yes you have to watch your back, yes its corrupt, yes its not cheap, yes the woman are beautiful, yes!!!!! It's rad!!!!
Posted by FNGRBLST at 12:43 PM
Wednesday, October 16, 2013
MONO CREW....One of the realest cats I met in Brazil. It was such an honor and inspiration to meet someone of this caliber. His art work speaks for itself. He showed us the city the way it was supposed to be seen. Zombie dogs, fat caps, plant sprayers, and crack land.
Posted by FNGRBLST at 11:34 PM
PIXAÇAO - is a unique form of graffiti native to the Southeastern metropolises of São Paulo and Rio de Janeiro, in Brazil. It consists of tagging done in a distinctive, cryptic style, mainly on walls and vacant buildings. Many pixação artists compete to paint in high and inaccessible places, using such techniques as free climbing and abseiling to reach the locations.
Posted by FNGRBLST at 11:25 PM