These are just a few pics for you guys to check out for now. I really have allot more things to say about the whole event. This show was so awesome in so many ways. I just need some more time to compose it. Check back shortly, I promise I will have more content by tomorrow. Quick shout out to all the performers. You guys rocked the house! More so to all the peeps that showed up to support. We are all waiting patiently for the next event.

Had to take a pic of the billboard.


Patiently waiting....


Opening act, Magnetic really set the tempo of the rest of the show.


Jennifer Chung, This girl has the sweetest voice.


Quest dance crew getting the party hype.



Magnetic North again, showing us some love during intermission.


Taking care of business.


Tatum Jones doing their singing thing.


Paul Dateh, waiting for his album to drop fo sho.



Wait... what?


The ever so clever Wong Fu Productions team.


FM doing the damn thing. Had the whole crowd standing through out the whole performance.




The whole crew coming out to take a bow. Thanks again all you guys for giving us a proper show.


On the way out.

The guys at The Hundreds definitely know how to throw a party. Free food, free booze? Nuff said. We just want to congratulate them on their continued success. Oh yeah, and thanks for the booze.

Local celebrity sighting. Fast Eddie's car, from Fast Eddie's Garage. I hope that was him driving.


The scene.


So few pics you say? Cameras get hard to handle after a few colt 45s.

A night out with the guys in LA checking out some local artists 144 Lab. The event is called New Poison and the next one is scheduled for 9-12-2008. Met some interesting people, and very interesting art pieces.( Especially on the left wall.) Too bad we didn’t get to meet the artist that did the dope ass ice cream skull canvas. Shout us out if you see this.

The crew


Getting ready to head out, pre-party of course.


Local photographer, Azure.


This kid Jesse’s got some pretty crazy looking abstract pieces.


Cold chillen.


Body art stage.




Final product.


Summer had some of my favorite pieces of the night.

As I woke to the sounds of ocean waves crashing, I began to plan my day. The curtains rose as I activated the voice command to see the refreshing view of the ocean side. I tried my best to make my way, but it’s hard to move around the house with naked super models lying all over the place. Finally, I managed to make my way to the bathroom after navigating through the labyrinth I call home. Hmmm, what attire should I rock tonight for my nightly crime fighting sessions? Do I wear my underwear on the outside and dress up as a bat, or super glue tons of metal to my body? Besides that dilemma, the only other problem is when I have to wa… (Right on cue) *Obnoxious Alarm* I fight vigorously to reach the snooze button to get five more minutes but it’s no good. I was smart enough to put the alarm clock just out of arms reach the night before. I’m violently forced back into reality. I turn on the radio to start my day for real now. NWA comes on with Eazy-E rapping “woke up quick, at about noon, just thought that I had to get to Compton soon…” Ironic, because I drive a delivery truck for my day job and I’m scheduled to go to Compton today to make a delivery. Now I’m no rookie, so I’m not even going to bother to try to find out why I’m butt ass nekid with my shoes on my bed. In situations like that I’ve found that it’s better not to find out at all. I was smart enough to set up the alarm (butt ass nekid possibly), but I was not smart enough to say “no” to the last few shots the night before. You see, my buddies and I were rocking out wildly to the melodic sounds of Signal Hill over in Echo Park. They are really cool dudes and talented as heck. You guys should check them out if you ever get the chance. www.myspace.com/signalhill. I describe it as really chill music you can bump and grind too. Maybe that would explain the nekidness, but like I said, it’s better to not ask questions. Anyhow, as the first entry I would just like to close with this thought. The spectrum of characters that live in Los Angeles is so wide that it covers all walks of life. From the billionaire super hero playboys, to the working class average Joes, all the way down to the homeless and insane. Nineoutof10 is our project and we wish to express to you all our views and outlook of this crazy place we call home here in Los Angeles California. Follow us on our journey to see where ever the nineoutof10 project takes us.

The journey.


The cars stopped but the wheels keep spinning.


Is that the asian Hitchcock?


Candy Man Candy Man Candy ma......


This is the most interesting toilet? You decide.



Signal Hill rocking out, till some drunk ass decided to take pics with the flash on.... J.







Kay, maybe if I move to the back of the room...


They won't notice the....


flash.....


right, someone should stop taking these flash pictures now...


anytime now...


We're not as think as you drunk we are.

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.