If I ever had a chance to design my own shoe, they would be the original Vans, but they would look like my foot. Flesh colored, long toes, and bruises all over. Rolling your ankle skating crap lying around the shop is thrilling. Does this mean I'm getting old? If it's iced with pizza rolls and beers perhapse...
Coca Roaches love San Diego. Living in a shop means two things. Playing The Bronx loud anytime of day. And death at ten paces. The Bronx have a shirt that looks a bit like this.
Shot the dabbers again. With Wild Weekend. More of the same. Bad photos made ok with digital gimmics. I'm getting frustrated with myself as of late. Magazine, or book, or postcard series comming soon. Break even, break even, break even, and eat.
Building another anti fix bike. Not using an old schwinn this time. Just a fuji. This will have a fairing as well and be a bit more streamline. Painted the frame last week in my pro paint book. My paint apprentice looks on.