One of my main philosophies has always to keep balance in life. With that in mind, after the night before, “everything in moderation” is out the f’ing window. That means it’s time to do some major footwork and heavy grinding. We find out that day that everything looks much closer when you’re looking at it from a GPS map. Luckily our hangovers caused extreme laziness, prompting us to call a cab. At first we were beating ourselves up in the cab, complaining that we wasted money. But twenty minutes into the cab ride, we realized we would have been fools to walk. If we didn’t take the cab, we would have missed all our appointments made that day. Who would have known that hangover laziness would save the day. We even got to meet this crazy character on the cab ride. Imagine a dude with straight up Russian accent, talking with hip hop slang. “You guys from LA? Oh man I love checking out the bitches at the beaches. The breezy’s in LA are fine!” We did our best not to laugh, but dude was mad chill though. Just goes to show how far hip hop has come along. All in all, I just got to say that is was a trip to remember. Or half remember, whatever.

JDM scenery in San Francisco’s J-Town.


Bring the mother f’ing Ruckus.


Art…..


Imitating life.


The guys decided to join me after.


This is a dope spot to pick up some tee’s with Japanese style art.


Seeing this was a nostalgic throw back. Stussy was something that me and the guys rocked in the early ninety’s we when were still kids. They kind of fell off for a bit but came back with a vengeance as of lately.


Shouts out to Kenny from Fat Lace. Thanks for all the help.


Someone thought this would fix the hangover.