P.O.T.D: Left Overs
September 26th, 2008 by Danny
The park is done and it looks amazing! Here are some photos.
Archive for September, 2008
P.O.T.D: Ghost Ramp
September 20th, 2008 by Danny
That dirty little outline is all that remains of the old miniramp. It’s been taken apart and moved next door where the skatepark is going to be. “Team Pain”, as I believe they are called, have been hauling ass since day one. They don’t fuck around. In just a few days they rebuilt the ramp and made it wider by like 11 feet. They also have made some serious progress on the building of the rest of the park. Pretty exciting stuff. Park should be done next Friday.
…Swallowing me whole
September 18th, 2008 by Danny
What a week. Seriously it’s been top fucking notch. “The world is trying to swallow me whole.” I’ve been saying that all week. I’m writing today only as a way of venting off some anger that is sitting really hard in my gut right now. I’m sure it’ll help somewhat, and just get me to move on. So lets begin.
I got robbed last night at knife point by two assholes. That brings the count to 2 times at gunpoint, and 4 at knife point. What a wonderful world we live in. Like I said earlier it’s been a pretty stressful week. A lot of life drama, home issues, and world issues of course. None of it brings a smile to my face. So yesterday I decided to leave work a little early and go home and skate. My way of relaxing and just letting off steam. Then this shit happens.
A block away from home on Beverly, one dude came around the corner on a bike and rode past me then another dude pulled out right in front. I could faintly make out what he was saying since I had my headphones on. I took them off and hear, “your feria (money) homey!” and then *flick* out comes the knife. My initial reaction was to pick my board up and back up a bit. Then a little poke to my back let me know douche bag “A” that rode past me was in cahoots and was already behind me with his knife. Nothing strange or really scary about it. Just frustrating. I said, “alright homey chill, I know how this shit works. But I don’t have any money on me man.” He kept blabbing on in his cool guy gangster speak demanding money, but seriously, I had nothing on me. His buddy took the board, and the one guy took my ipod. I thought this shit was done. They took everything I had. But of course not. He thought I was lieing to him. He kept demanding money, and I kept saying I didn’t have any. That’s when it got a little serious cus his knife went to my throat. I’m thinking wow, if this dude is going to kill me, it’s going to be for nothing, I don’t carry money on me. I said the only thing that came to mind, “I don’t carry cash on me when I skate because of people like you foo.” He didn’t like that much, but after a tense minute, they took off, and I had to walk home feeling like a bitch.
Now, here’s the thing. Why? Like seriously. Why do that to another human being? A good friend told me it’s drugs. Which would make total sense. It’s people like this that perpetuate stereotypes. Talk about making your race look stupid. I’m pissed that it happened, livid. And it makes it all the more worse that society makes it so that no one gets involved. If you know Beverly, you know how busy the damn street is. You think anyone got involved. Fuck no. All I wanted to do was relax and have a good sweat to vent. Instead I have my board taken, and my ipod jacked by a dude who won’t like any of the music on there and probably doesn’t even own a computer and if he did wouldn’t know what to do with the shuffle anyways. Lets be honest, that’s probably the case. But again, why? I feel sorry for individuals that need to take something from someone else in order to get by. Bad parenting? No parenting? Retardation? Lack of education? Struggling economy? Society? Who’s to blame? And shit, should I feel like a bitch? In my mind I think a board I got for free, and a shuffle aren’t anything worth getting stabbed over.
The world is a piece of shit nowadays. You have people dieing in vain, scientist letting their curiosity further fuck with the world, people starving. Ultimately it’s because of all that, that losing what I lost is not a big deal, it’s all replaceable. But in a time when I’m already bummed on society, this thing just did it for me. I’m so done right now, just too fucking angry. It’ll pass but it’s a bitch.
Will I stop skating around my neighborhood? Fuck no. As a matter of fact I’m sure I’ll see “goofy”, “jester”, “dopey” or what ever the fuck his stupid name is, and his buddy again. At which time I could only hope karma does it’s job. I mean personally, I think it already has, because the dude is probably going to die soon and leave behind a single mom (just playing the stats). I’m ashamed to be hispanic/latino for at least a brief moment because of people like that. It just doesn’t make sense…
I wish it was Friday so at least I could say the week was over, but nope. 2 more days. Lets see what other shit can happen. Take care people, it’s all we all can really do.
P.O.T.D: Cole’s Arm
September 8th, 2008 by Danny
No, that’s not dirt, mud, or a really bad tattoo. That friends is internal bleeding with some bruising. Cole had his arm pop out of its socket and tear some goods on its way out. It looks horrible and incredibly painful. Not that long ago, he walked into the office with his other arm looking the same. This time it’s a lot worse.
The worse part was hearing explain getting on a plane after it happened. The human body and the fluids therein do amazing things at altitude. Swelling and what not. 2 more pics included.
Art: I Made Something
September 3rd, 2008 by Danny
Haven’t been feeling all that creative in quite some time, but I decided to pull out some Sculpey the other day and see what happens. The result, the mucus tower (complete with nose hairs). It’s not very mucus-looking. As a matter of fact it more resembles another body fluid, but what the fuck. Why not. I’m proud of it.
P.O.T.D: Jesus Bus
September 3rd, 2008 by Danny
Yup, it’s out there, and it’s coming to get you. No surprise it was changing lanes without signaling.
