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The ADDICT Is On eBay…

Friday, December 26th, 2014

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The ADDICT is doing some housecleaning on the eBay system. If you were looking for some crap for your crib put in a bid with the kid.


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A Rider For A Writer…

Friday, June 6th, 2014


I always liked writing and shit, but I never considered this as a profession until SoundWave went to prison. In the over eleven years that he spent on lock down I never went to see my dude. I don’t like prisons, or hospitals for that matter. I always felt a kind of way about going to see people in jail because I didn’t want to end up behind bars with my homey. I imagined that the warden wiuld be like, “Thanks for doing the legwork for me and bringing yourself in.” Is that ridiculous of me and cowardly? Hells yeah.

I kept in touch with SoundWave by writing him often and talking shit with him in the same way we did when he was home. I gave him the updates on the ‘hood and the encouragement that we were still on our journey to being millionaires. The funny shit that happened when SW was in prison is that a million dollars lost it’s value. SW, ThunderCracker, PoloTron and I were the get rich clique. We had dozens of capers between us but we were still looking for that big score. We never got it as a crew, but the fun was in trying.

I remember this botched bank drop job that Polo set up with the old butcher shop where he used to work. This job was going down on Jamaica Avenue in broad daylight two blocks from the police precinct. SW convinced us that it was doable with the thinking that a crime near a police station was safe since all the police were somewhere else. This was SW’s super power. Dude had a steely confidence, he could sell the tone to the phone. SW was just one of those smart-dumb niggas who had book knowledge and street knowledge and could interchange the two fluidly.


And yes, he was a bit of a lunatic, but not in the sense that I was. His lunacy was tempered with logic. When we used to run around acting stupid and kicking up dust SW was the dude that always kept an eye out for the emergency exit just in case we couldn’t get out of something the way we came in. Fam was definitely a rider though. He had no business riding with me to Baltimore in a stolen car just to visit my girlfriend at Morgan State for her school’s homecoming celebration. I think that part of the reason he went with me was because he bailed out when I drove to D.C. a week earlier in the car he and I stole from Greenwich Village. SoundWave wasn’t gonna let me have all the fun two weeks in a row. He also trusted me that I had his back.

The drive to Baltimore was one of my favorite trips evar. We were jetting south on I-95 and passing state troopers all the while. We would speed and slow down, each time talking to each other about the reason for the move. We were fucking idiots. Smart dumb niggas supreme. And yes, we were lucky that we weren’t arrested and made it back to NYC. I think of all the dumb shit that we have gotten away with and I realize why SW thought he could pull off a bank job. You won’t ever encounter someone who calculates the contingencies as thoroughly as SW does. I hate planning. No wonder I sucked as an architect. Planning is what prevents you from failing. Or so I thought…


SW planned this job with some of his homeys from VA. These weren’t dudes he had grown up with but he knew them from the times he would retreat to Virginia Beach to get away from the hustle and bustle of NYC. Theses dudes heard SW’s stories of the fifty ways we used to get money in the city and they wanted to add a chapter to the book. “Do y’all realize how often these banks get heisted?” was the theme of SW’s pitch.

The scene inside the bank was on smash and SW would commandeer the getaway vehicle. The plan worked too and they got away. Unfortunately for them they were pulled over in New Jersey. A monthly quota speeding ticket became one state trooper’s retirement portfolio. SW fucked up by being a stand up guy. While everyone else dropped dimes on each other SW’s silence bought him the stiffest sentence. He sat inside the Federal system for over a decade. While I continued to party and bullshit SW took the weight for my teenage years. ThunderCracker’s mom, who loves me dearly, once told me that I was the reason that everyone were so cautious and scared for all of us, because I was the one leading the boys down the path. I am still the Black Peter Pan.

SW is home now and frankly looks better than he ever did. He has adjusted to his time away and has no bitter resentment towards life or even the bullshit that I still get into. He has a brand new son who looks tremendous and a beautiful wife in Virginia. SW still has that gleam in his eye though. That maybe if I tried hard enough I could convince him to go with me to Mexico next year. Yeah, the homey is still a rider.


God Is In The Details…

Wednesday, April 23rd, 2014


Happy orthodox Easter Internets! All praises due to Unkut dot com for bringing this website back from the dead again.

Pictured above is a vest I copped in Macy’s on a super sale Saturday for $52 after all my coupon shenanigans. Even tho’ this isn’t one of the Peak models with the detachable hood the shell on this piece is 200x better. Pictures rarely tell you the full story. You have to put a piece of clothing in your hand and on your back to truly understand how well it’s been made.

With that being said I will try to show you some acquisitions that I’m really proud of because they are well made and detailed down. I’m all about my RL pants pickups right about now. These cargos I turned inside out were from the #Str8fLOurishments of PoloG8…



The best detail on these pants is the cinch at the ankle which is inside the hem. The pants are a slim-fit (I should have bought in w44 or w46) for that tapered look which is back in flavor right now. Do you see all the buttons for braces? These are so thigh they don’t need any braces. LOL

These next pants are some joints I was scoping with a laserbeam and I still almost lost them. They are the black version of the Defender pant but with more fiyahverkx added on.


Drawstring waist, cargo side pockets and fancy zip pockets.

Jogger pants style jersey knit ribbing at the ankles.



I just got wind there is a cotton cargo pant similar to this with no Union Jack flag on the side. Let me know if you see them any wear. All my spots appear to be flush out of these and those.

Deadstock Dallas Is Back On The eBay System…

Sunday, March 30th, 2014

I got a letter from my mortgage lender the other day. I opened and read it, it said they were suckers. They wanted my crib for their foreclosures or whatever. Picture me giving a damn I said “Never!”

Dallas Penn’s ‘Fresh 2 Debt’ economic program is much like the economy in the real world in that excessive spending will require a correction. That correction is in the form of me liquidating some of my favorite sneakers and Lifestyle items.

You already know the eBay iD is fancy_pants_gangster.

Tell a friend to tell a friend.

Outfit Architecture…

Friday, March 14th, 2014


If you follow me on Instagram you know I’ve been bigging up this site callde Get The LO. They are selling Polo Ralph Lauren I.T.’s at prices better than my coupon clearance deals at Macys.

The best part is that Get The LO has access to everything on the PRL website. That means there are heatrocks you can copp which won’t make it to any retail installation.


I peeped this vest on the website and placed my order for it with Get The LO.

Just from studying the RLX camo pattern I knew the vest was gonna be in sick rhythm with the ARC Trooper Foamposites.



Now I’m all decked out and ready to put together the Combat Jack Show mixtape ‘Foamposites and Fingergunns’