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.

Day 2, we decide to use this day to sight see and do a little partying. The main anticipation of the entire trip was the steamed crab at the wharf. We have beaches here in LA, but I just can’t explain why the seafood tastes so much better at San Francisco’s wharf. If you ever visit, don’t forget the bread bowl while you’re at it.

We here to eat sucka, best believe it.


So now this is where we start partying right. Start it off with some hookah.


Somehow after that, things really start to go downhill. The rest of the night plummets into a downward spiral of debauchery, loud noises, lots of loud noises, and somehow Home Land Security shows up. No lie. I’m going to have to see if I can post up pics of that. But that’s another story for another time. But our legal counsel advised us to leave the rest of the pics out for now, and NEVER ever let it leak out to the public.

What we can show you. The aftermath.


Me in the morning.

A few short weeks prior, one of the homies found an amazing deal on bus tickets to San Francisco. One dollar per ticket from the “Mega Bus”, sounds too good to pass up don’t you think? We thought it was a good opportunity to rock our shirts on the road and have some fun in the process. This was probably our very first dead line we had to meet since during the time the tickets were booked, we had no shirts printed what so ever. Pretty good practice, but we somehow made the shirts just in the nick of time. Printed out the very day we were scheduled to leave. So there we were, ready to embark on an eight hour bus ride. Although it seemed much shorter in actual, but I’m sure the Old English malt liquor had something to do with that.
Before the trip started, we had already heard rumors that the bus drivers were no nonsense with their schedule. They say that if you late even one minute, homeboy wouldn’t hesitate or skip a beat to take off and leave your ass stranded right in the ass crack of nowhere. With that in mind, during the half way rest point, I really needed to drop a dooky bomb. So as soon as the bus stopped, I took immediate action. Unknown to my knowledge, my dooky time had expired. Back on the bus, the driver was already in gear and moving. My friends were all in panic, “Where is Mike?!” Luckily my girl was able to run out to flag the driver down. As soon as she takes her first step on the bus, she shouts out right there at the front of the bus, “WAIT! MIKE IS TAKING A SHIT!!!!” The whole bus goes into a up roar of laughter. Thanks babe, you saved me a long walk. So by the time I get back on the bus, the entire bus load of passengers go into a long round of applauds. “HEY MIKE!!! YOU MADE IT!!!” Me being an idiot, I start waving to them like I was the fucking Pope. I wouldn’t find out till much later the drama that had occurred while I was doing my duties on my throne.
Fresh off the bus.


Rest stop before we head to the warf.


Scenery.


As you can see here, the treachery of Japanese hentai tentacles knows no boundaries.


The Scorpion King left this behind.


More public transportation. We fucking love the shit out of our environ-fucking-ment.


Divine Intervention? We’ll let you decide.


First priority on our agenda, FOOD!


Who do the cops call when they get in trouble?


Wait… what?

After all the talks and planning, here is our first actual prints on shirts. Words can't describe the joy and excitement we all felt. It was like watching a baby being brought into this crazy world. A baby made by three hard working guys with one big dream and a whole lot of ambition.... ahhh, okay, scratch that last part... maybe.

First screen.


First print and definitely not the last.


How are we going to celebrate after? You god damn right with some eight ball.