Happy Birfday Taza One
Posted 22 September 2008 - 03:48 PM
Posted 22 September 2008 - 06:04 PM
Taste like beer! Seriously, like if it was to just be called beer like on shows, this is what it would taste like. Good as hell.
Posted 22 September 2008 - 06:48 PM
Posted 22 September 2008 - 08:15 PM
Posted 23 September 2008 - 06:12 AM
I hope you have many spliffs and beers.
Posted 23 September 2008 - 06:34 AM
Posted 23 September 2008 - 09:34 AM
Then we went to Yashima for some Udon. The place has a B, but it's far better than the udon you get in the Sushi joints around here. I like a Japanese place that only has a couple of rolls. Not sushi based.
I went home and by friend came by so we went street skating till after dark. It was fun but funny at the end. We were skating in this import car garage's parking lot because it's painted concrete. Super smooth. We were practicing flatland tricks. There was a cop lurking up the block, looking down an alleyway but I didn't pay him any mind. I was helping my girl improve her ollie technique when I see the cop turn on his lights and turn onto the street adjacent of the lot. I wasn't worried. What was he gonna do? I look around and notice my other friend is gone. I'm thinking, "What the fuck? Did that fool take off when he saw the po po?" That dudes from the burbs and has that burb mentality, where cops don't have anything better to do than chase skaters but i been trying to acclimate him to city life. Only way a cop in Hollywood is gonna mess with a skater is if he got a call. Then they are gonna be annoyed.
You have to walk the line between respect and I don't give a fuck. I do what I do without worry of other people (skating, smoke weed) because what are they gonna do? I'm ready to get busy if I have to and I know when to run. On the other hand I'm a nice, respectful person that helps strangers and cleans up after himself. It's pretty crazy to think that I'm 37 and still living the street life. It's what embraces me, I guess. I'm not living in the negative part of the street life but the street is my culture. Always has been. I take care of my self, pay my bills, and am doing more and more of the things I enjoy, so it's all good. I have more cash in my pocket than ever.
I've been in management (McStarbucks) but that left a bad taste in my mouth. I've worked as a baker, independent book sores/record shops, and had a shitload of manual labor jobs. I also DJ'd for a living making all my money from records, and teaching at afterschool programs.
I came to the conclusion that I can't work like that. I'm too old to let some punk ass corporate bitch hang a carrot in front of me while fucking me in the ass with a rusty street sign. It ain't me. That's why I finally went out on my own a little over a year ago. Took the gamble and decided to work for me. Best decision ever.
Now I skate every day, brew beer, make beats (sometimes) on my dream setup, and I'm taking design classes in beautiful Santa Monica for fun. My money is from my hustle. I'm far from "have arrived", may never. But I will enjoy my life as much as I can. If you are busting your ass for the man, don't feel bad. You gotta do what you gotta do. That's way better than mooching off of someone. An adult handles they business.
Back to the story, We looked down the street and saw the po po was stopped and had his lights on. I thought, fuck, maybe when he saw Ben take off he chased him like a dog. I never run from the police. I just act like I'm not doing anything wrong and am supposed to be there. Oh well. We skated home and I called my friend. He thought we got stopped by the police. Damn, man. Way to run like a scared little bitch. I'm kidding, but that police man was probably going to an apartment because of a Russian Mafia murder or some shit, since that seems to happen around here a lot.
Damn. I typed 5 pages. I just figured that y'all took the time to wish me a happy birthday so you deserved more than just a "Thanks, Jack."
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