Propaganda

I'd like to start this off with a huge motherfuck National Go SKate day. Yup. Yeah thats right. Since when you fucking ninnies need a fuckin "holiday" to go skateboarding? Every fuckin day you can is national Go SKate day. Think about it and if you feel differently learn to kiss more girls. Cause youz a nerd dog. Turn off myspace while you're at it. I'm all for big sessions and havin fun with your homies....especially in the streets......thats what skatin is about in my book and the only thing its

about....however street skatin is a little different for the most part nowadays like it or not. ANd gettin 10,000 little brats in chicks pants raiding downtown areas definatly fucks skatin for the next day. Ask a couple of my Hartford locals that got the police escort. If you wanna have a nerd huddle then fine..... do it at a park (or mall for the real nerd factor) where you can also discuss episodes of Star Trek or Star Wars or whatever else nerd shit. To keep bust factors low and spots bust free, don't fuckin do it. Matter of fact next year I think I'll drive around with the crew just to make sure. Take it easy, I'm fuckin joking/not really.

I also think a little differently about most when it comes to demos. Over the past 200 years I've been to 100,000 demos...... or some retarded number like that. Point being, fuckin shit tons of demos dog. ANd the most fun are when you actually meet someone. I don't get the whole, sit behind a counter and sign silly shit like you're at a fuckin baseball signing. Shits weak for both parties involved trust me. Ain't no rock stars....or bike gangs.....they're skaters just like you....or should be...... ANd if they ain't throw shit at them and run them the fuck back where they came from. Thats how we get down. We also punch one uppers.

So when the 5Boro click came thru its not even a spoken thing and they know and love the routine. Come to Connecticut and swing thru the Lair son and we'll show you good times...... if you're down/ right outlook on life. Lair ain't no soccer mom (unless they're mad hot yaheardme) or food court mallcore pussy shit. We like to rage it and quite often. When lair head and 5boro tuff guy Justin Barnes and my favorite 5boro shitbag Dannyboy Pensyl called, we all just laughed like school girls and got our livers ready. Before I knew it they were walkin thru the front door. Last visit all together with Barnes and Pensyl they slapped boxed each other (peep Fully automatic on youtube for a laugh) and I ended up takin on a bartender and boucing staff. True story. Feel free to ask all parties involved. Point being, there is no point with these homies, just good times!

Before I could even give Pensyl a gangster hug or smack he threw his phone at me....literally. Justin Strubing then informed me of his wearabouts for the next few months and I look foward to their next Connecticut visit with Lowcard Mag. (Peep Lowcard Magazine now and know about shit later. Total shitbag zine and I am a fan.) I have not seen Strubing since the last time he came thru with Ricky and Traffic and I was ramming a dudes head into a door frame. True story. Feel free to ask all parties involved. The 5Boro click got into it and the skys majically parted and people now listen a little better when I tell them I control the weather. The 5boro crew then fuckin wrecked the bowl and kicked the shit outta our ledges and jersey barrier (good look to Red Bull and Chris Nieratko. Peep www.redbulljerseybarriers.com and just you wait suckamonkeys.) Lair heads also got busy and fuckin wrecked it. This crew skates. Hate it or not. I witnessed lair crew, J.J. Colen, SHyam, Jimmy Grant, T-ruz, Devin, man....everyone was gettin down. I'm sure more heads were rippin and I should have been watchin.....but I wasn't. I was handlin business cause its like that. Good look to my little Ale-queda.

Blur moving foward and after the session we ended up at Tatos house after Pensyl properly spilled liquid in my brand new car. Ah HA AH. Fuckin bastard. I stabbed him 8 times. We then caught up on road stories and I bought $200 worth of meat to throw on the fire along with eight 30 racks of brew-ha for the after session mandatory BBQ at Lair Capt Tatos. So yeah. Good times. Tato had the jams going and showed whos house it was motherfucka. Tato will always be the drunkin master. However Ed Driscoll is quickly becomeing a close second cause after being many deep he did a fuckin 540 on Tatos mini. What the fuck!? 5Boro crew is and has always been one of the dopest group of underground rippers and good peeps and think about next time you pick up that World, Element, or whatever the fuck lame shit mallcore tries to feed the asses. Support the realness. I'm blessed cause our scene gets that..... which in turn makes us the busiest dirty little shop in the state. Hate it or not cause it doesn't matta. We don't need Sheckler cutouts to push mad shit.

AFter a bunch of who the fuck knows what and the crew destroying Tatos mini, we ended up at some sports bar within walkin distance from Tatos and in true Lair tradition Barnes started a bar fight.....with a large blown up beer bottle. I don';t know why we didn't take it on the road with us. Another fun topic was when I turned around from the pool tables and we notcied that we had the place to ourselves. I mean like seriously. The bar tender had even left the building. Being loud sometimes actually has its privlages. Good times as always and thanks to the whole 5Boro family for always hookin it up. Next visit thru Ct. we're going shooting and I ain't talkin kickflips.