Monday, April 21, 2008



First and foremost, props to Black for holdin down Focho and the intronet. Youtube digga!!!!!

WAR is the shit! Sleeping in the parqueeeeeeeeeeeee… cuz we get high (bom bom bom bommmm) off the sun - shine! MaNN, I’ve been a sleepy Mexican as of late, but it’s all for the right reasons. Tryin to make it a point to kick it with the people I care about most (if you read this shit, that would be you), so sleep has been last on the laundry list of priorities. Unfortunately, so has music, which will change today and beyond.



If I had to choose one type of food to eat everyday for the rest of my life, it would without a doubt be soy, soy, SOY! wtf? PSYCHE!!!!!!! Mexican food has energized my beaten physical form for the past like 12 bullets now and I’m lovin’ every Tapatio drenched moment of it… but it’s definitely time to hit up Slaveway and get my wallet out that huge vice it’s been in since my bro’s wedding. That Frisco premium is killin me!!!!!! But I’ve still never been to a bad Taqueria up herrr, thass ma’ word!



I haven’t fully inspected it, but I think my camera is dead. He took too many powerbombs in Vegas, but not before I snapped some shots. No matter, I’ll pick up an uber cool replacement for mad cheap, R+D hurrah!!!!!!! Pero cheah, Vegas is the land of excess and craziness and cheeeeezzzeeeburgers and slutters and Guidos and beeratalltimes and cree smoke and more slutters. Couldn’t of had a better time, unless I actually got a hold of Fonda. Damn!!



Found out recently that the homie Aziz from Santa Cruz lost his life in the worst way… at the hands of the police. I’m baffled by the whole situation, as I’m sure everyone who knew him is, and as well deeply saddened. Personally, I only knew Aziz from the few times we kicked it, but dude was an amazing person whose personality and genuine kindness made it seem like we had been homies from WAAAYYY back, not just acquaintances. And judging from other people’s stories, I’m not the only one. I’m glad his people are stickin their necks out to make sure that the general public understands who Aziz actually was, instead of letting peon journalists ghetto-glamorize, and in turn “justify”, the events of the night. But in the end, we won’t forget the ALMIGHTY AZIZ and his boomin’ voice. We kept Nobel Dr crackin’, no doubt. Rest in peace my friend.

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