the random b-boy git up. the dude was such an asshole to me. doesn't even matte. this bike has a sticker on it that reads. "get a real fucking bike you pussy" kirby suggested we make bike into life with a sharpie.
impostores? we got hit up by the cops right here at this spot. anthony was boosting this dirt hip and we were all drinking . out of no where this old guy starts yelling "the cops are coming!" so i take off instantly. you don't have to tell me twice. the others stay and i guess the young female officer says "ohhh, i thought you guys were drunk indians drinking beer and peeing behind the sign." hmmm... too much. i have a whole other story about a cop who rolled on us the first night we got there cause he got a call about bikers pissing in public... he wrote us directions to a skatepark standing in anthony's urine puddle.
we hit up the drunk neighbors who had been drinking out front since 9 in the morning for directions to a caniceria. their directions led us to a restaurant. we ended up asking someone on a corner when we were a block from the joint that had a huge mural. we got 5lbs of the cheapest carne asada they had. they had like 5 different kinds.
i'm with that.