The dead ain’t done playing yet. I kind of tagged along with some folks for a Monday night dinner and chaos yesterday at the 24th and Mission area. Seems like the past day has been nothing but celebrating, but this was kind of a site to see.
To my knowledge, the Day of the Dead is an homage of some sorts in where the living pay their respects to the diseased. There was a certain a mount of seriousness to this whole thing where you kind of just had to watch it and take it for what it is. At times, it was actually kind of sad.
But the beauty of it all was the acceptance of this holiday by all races. Whites, Blacks, Mexicans, Asians, Indians….I mean everyone was out and no one was treated any different otherwise.
While searching for some things to add to my costume, I stumbled upon some old kicks that literally never see the day of light. I actually purchased these used off some guy around 05’ and almost 5 years later, I have only worn them like 5 times in my life. Still chalked as one of my favorite shoes of all time….I guess I just don’t want to devalue them any more then they already are.
I have this idea though that I’ll keep about 10 other kicks like these and break them out when I am 65 years old and wear nothing but priceless, valuable kicks till the day I die. I’ll be the coolest gramps on the block, or some old fool that gets mugged.
If it’s not broken, then don’t fix it. I keep trying to live this youthful past I never had since my collage years were kind of a bust. Every year I feel like a tween and get all excited to go all out for one of the most hyped up holidays of the year….and every year as that day ends, I always say “it was aiight”. But SF goes hard on Halloween. As the kids slowly settle into their houses, that is when all walks of life come out to play.
And what the hell. Sunday was so nice with our late Indian summer that I just had to see some god damn animals. Yes, me rikey the animals.
The drugs has caught up with me once again. At one point in my life, I used to hone my inner nerdness and considered myself a gamer of some sorts. Such narcotics include Street Fighter II, Killer Instinct, and Halo 2 which have all consumed me at one point in my life. About the same time I was moving out and my X-Box was turning into the old shit to sell at Gamespot, I finally kicked the habit and gave up the controller to focus on more important things in my life. 2 weeks ago, I jacked my credit debt once again and caved into buying a PS3. I am becoming the modern loser again.
Sunday I peered through my blinds like some POW, unshaved from my face to my ball sack, and noticed that the sun was unusually hot on a fall Sunday afternoon. I headed to Wallenburg High and skated flat for no more then 30 minutes until realized I still sucked from the last time I skated and that this shit can kiss my mother fucking ass and it can suck my oh so sweaty balls!
At least the youth of nation has no problem doing what I want to do. I met a kid there that had his parents drive all the way from Sacramento to jump the big four since rumor has it that it will be demolished in the up coming year. He didn’t swallow the full length of the penis but after about 10 tries, he at least did more then half….which is more then what I can say about dick sucking skills. Wait, what are we talking about again? Oh yeah, I take it up the butt when it comes to skating (my metaphors are off the charts today).
Please someone hire me as a skate photographer so I can say I am doing something with my life. That is all.
I always feel a little compelled to help the little guys. I guess I appreciate the craft and man power that it takes one person to create anything.
Mark Whiteley is the chief editor of Slap Magazine (the guy that hooked me up with this free t-shirt) and has created a book on a series of photographs that he has taken over the years.
His tool of the trade for all his photos is a Leica M8. There is a lot of character with this camera as it still has an old fashion film look. It creates great deep blacks thus creating high contrast in photos.
Whiteley is also part of the infamous Tiltmode Army crew. He gets to skate and shoot photos of Caswell Berry in cornrows….
“I get drunk and I stumble to the phone. And conjure up a bitch to bone when I’m alone.”
“Oh shit, tow back, I need to take a piss. Only when I’m drunk I sing a song like this.”
“My grandma and your grandma *blurrp*. Sittin’ by the fire.”
“It goes one for the chronic, two for the amnesia. Its the pimp-slap niggy with drinks in the freezer.”
“Bust the one out, two out, type of rapper. That’d get you our your seat quicker than a car jacker.”
“Niggaz call me dad I got a fifth in the trunk. Might fuck an ugly bitch but only when I’m drunk.”
“And when that day comes it’s gonna be live. But I ain’t in no hurry so I don’t drink and drive. The ALkaholiks we gets funky when we drinkin’. Just a lil sumthin’, to pump up the thinkin’.”
