Here's a photo of the sneakers, at FDR. I'm pretty sure it's a secret sign, signaling the various types of drugs you can get at the park. The most popular one seems to be 100% pure adrenalin followed up by a hit of just plain fun.

I celebrated the 50 degree temp and absence of snow on the sidelines with a switch 180 ollie followed by a frontside shuv. I threw in a 180 no comply for good measure.

For dinner I made roasted potatoes, asparagus and buttered round eye steak. It was cool, man.

ANAL PILOT

This is the cover of my newest band's latest first record.

It's a noise band. Basically... it's me, a couple distortion pedals plugged into a 1995 "MAXVPOWERAMP" with a dual cassette recorder. I bypassed the record function obstructor so I could manipulate eight tracks simultaneously.

One of the songs is called "Ground Beef for Brains, You Are Who You Meet" and there's a 9 minute, 36 second B-side entitled "ANSWERING MACHINE".

Triple blue vinyl, first 230 copies.

dropping in: Joe "Jackhammer" Kalucki

Got a call from Ant, Saturday morning.

After some coffee and a couple slices of pot cake, we got in his carpeted van, (real cozy by the way) and went to FDR.

The van is of the "Surf's Up!"variety and therefore blessed with a quality tape deck. So we listened to the Led Zeppelin/Fugazi mix tape I made at Ant's request. A Zep song would come on and we'd be like "Fuck yeah!" then a Fugazi song would follow and we'd be all "Fuckin'.. right on man!"

Happily new year, but yo.. the emperor has no clothes

Chief Inspector La-La Buddington doing the "STONEWALL JACKSON"

Totally cool bro. I got the "uh...............um......." style going right now. I'm pretty fixated on that and for good reason!

Life will deal you some sour hands from time to time, but I really can't complain.

I've never been a thin guy, but somewhere around eighth grade, I started shedding some of my baby fat and maintained a pretty consistent "middleweight" physique for a good 15 or so years. Then I actually wanted to put on pounds. I felt I could pull it off. I continued to rebel against nothing, while wearing tight, navy blue, fruit of the loom t-shirts. Not a care in the world!

Then gravity made it's plans quite clear, and the next thing I knew I had a beer belly and potential man tits. The medium navy blue shirts needed to be downgraded to larges. No longer could I get by on the size 34 waist jeans with the top button undone. I had to switch to 36 to ensure proper comfort.

It's cool. I don't mind so much. It's the little things that make me want to lose some pounds and get fit. I was doing yoga with Mrs. Smitty yesterday and I was out of breath, belching and farting just trying to pull off a simple "upwardly mobile spiraling lion" pose. I'm not sure what it was called exactly. It could have been a "downward hurtling beaver chomp".

I've been lifting weights though. I'm over pacifism. It's a cop out. I'm ready to punch someone in the face.

Happy New Year!

...soon!

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ZIP ZANG

This is Zang Sign sealing the deal on a 5-0 in Clark Park. Zang is a humble dude for sure. Totally, for sure.. and therefore.. his skate style is not as "low-impact" as he might have you believe. On this day he was riding a Zip Zinger and ended up cracking it behind the front truck on a B/S 180 ollie. He kept skating it anyway, popping shove-its, manuals and the uber-impressive nollie flip, basically zip zanging his way towards oblivion.
Zang Sign, you're one in a million. Keep rolling.

some kinda hate

Mrs. Feebs and I lay down newspaper on the kitchen floor. We cut and gut our pumpkins. I'm not sure what to do. I throw on the Legacy 'a Brutality record. Mrs. Feebs carves this image into her beautiful pumpkin.






HAPPY HALLOWEEN!