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Tastes Just Like Chichen Itza…

March 11th, 2009

If you think you are having a problem holding your breakfast down then maybe you can imagine what kind of problem these dudes might be having.

Mexico is on some serious beheading shit. I thought it was only the arabs and the Indonesians who went in all crazy for the head chopping. The French had that whole guillotine movement a couple of hundred years ago but that was ceremonial. These fools in Mexico is dead ass serious.

I still plan on going to Cancun this summer though.

Did you know that there was so much money in moving drugs through Mexico? I need to ask my buddy from Tony’s Kansas City what the deal is with this. I would have thought that bringing drugs into America from South America was far more cost effective on airplanes and large shipping container vessels. How else do you flood an entire nation with narcotics unless you bring in kilotons of the shit. Maybe Mexico has the refineries and the processing plants? That cocoa leaf and poppy seed have to be processed somewhere don’t they?

In my mind, Del Monte or Kraftfoods has the factories that refine raw organic materials into narcotics for the American market. Who else has the facilities built to undertake this shit? Whenever I see an enterprise that generates a million billion trillion dollars I understand that white isn’t going to just let that operation lumber along. There is a global recession going down and if the drug trade wasn’t regulated previously (grow up people) it certainly is now. I don’t mean legislative regulation either. I mean that Warren G type regulation with guns, rocket launchers, tanks and planes type shit.

But on the real, the Mexicans need to stop fucking around with all this beheading shit. Just kill a motherfucker and keep it moving. Leave something for the wild dingoes in Mexico City.

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I Get High With A Little Help From My Friends…

March 6th, 2009

kids

And I get into HighLine Ballroom with an assist from my dudes the Ruffian, Blagavelli and Shamz-OKP.

I ran into Shamz yesterday afterwork. He had a shorty to link up with, and boy did he?!? More on the exploits of OkayPlayer’s very own Shamz later in this drop. The buzz tonight was for my main negro on the treegrow RONI the Ruffian to celebrate his 30th bornday, and the Roots to inaugurate their weekly residency at the HighLine Ballroom.

The Roots are about to revive Hip-Hop and rap music in the only way they know how. They come and tear the roof off the mothersucker. What hyperbole hasn’t been written about the Roots? Maybe the fact that Black Thought survived in the ocean from Haiti to Florida for almost two weeks with nothing more than a lit blunt and a package of Skittles. That shit is true. I saw it on Vh-1 storytellers.

The Roots are still the Roots and they are still earnest musicians who play their instruments like they mean this shit. If you have the chance to see them anywhere and the $10 that it costs at the HighLine Ballroom are too much for your blood… The Roots are sure to do a park jam somewhere this summer. Secretly, I think the name the Roots is missing a letter – ‘B’. These dudes play so much of the time I think the Roots might really be the RoBots. These dudes had themselves cloned years ago and that is how they can do concerts and work around the clock. No one works as hard as the legendary do.

The Roots residency at the HighLine Ballroom will most definitely be a legendary gathering. Emphasis on the Mos Def part. This harkens back to the days of the Roots jamming at a little space in TriBeCa called the Wetlands. Those were the best days of my life. These are the new best days of our lives. Celebrate the soundtrack of your life with the Roots as the backing band. You will thank me for this advice later on.

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SNEAKER FIENDS UNITE!

March 6th, 2009

track star

By now most of you realize that this site is all about my love for sneaker collecting. I just sprinkle other stories inside of these pages so that at least this isn’t one long drop about sneakers.

That is a picture of my first fixed wheel track bike. That is where the love began for me to go sprinting around the city like a fool on a bike with no brakes. I had a few smack ups on this frame too but it was a steel frame so that joint just kept ticking. My dudes used to bug the fuck out that I was going to the club on my bike, getting bent and then riding home. I prA’li used up all my family’s blessings with those after hours runs.

I have a nice little track bike in the crib even to this day but I’m way too heavy to ride that joint. I’ll look like one of those trained bears on a circus bike. I have a couple of frames for a guy my size but they are still in development. I have a Cannondale mountain bike frame that I have been slowly building. I’ve got the frame fitted our with all the minor components so all I need are the braking and gearing systems.

I lost my shit when I saw that NIKE has made some Dunks into SPD compatible cycling shoes. SPD is a clipless pedal made by Shimano that you attach your feet to with a cleated shoe. The idea is that if a rider stays connected to the pedals throughout they will never lose energy on the return stroke. It works and I busted my ass the first few times I used SPD shoes because I never took my foot off in time. I got used to it though and now I am fine.

I am stunting hard on NYC this summer with my bicycle and these Dunk Gyrizio…

dunk gyrizio

The Team USA joints are tight and the red, white and blue colorways will be an effortless winner during the summer. Almost like shooting fish in a barrel.

The Japan Olympic team joints are just firestarters.

These joints gets busy with details like patined leather and contrasting stitchwork.

dunk gyrizio