Goddamnit

Every time I get paid, I always wanna buy something. Because of this I wish I got paid on a weekly basis rather than a bi-weekly. Saving money is so awkward for me in many unusual ways. I mean, right now I have no real bills to pay so I don't really need to save my money for anything. Everything I really want is expensive, camera, batteries, and shit like that.

The point on this rant is that no matter how much money I can save, I still can't justify buying a hat anymore. I remember the glory days when fitted hats used to cost 22 dollars.TWENTY TWO DOLLARS, and even that was expensive. I went to a LIDS the other day and saw them for 33 bucks. Seriously. I know they are made of different material now, but geeze.

Anyway, this post was gonna be longer but I had to drop my brother off at his crib. Oh, and someone get me these.

Mariano Rivera

Regardless of what happens from now until the future, I'm gonna tell my kids that this man was the greatest closer that Baseball has ever seen.

R.I.P. Mike Jackson

The Greatest Ever

The Selby- Alan Edition

This is my living quarters when I am home. It's not much, all it really is is a hodgepodge of random shit and old clothes.

The Longest Day

Could be today.

If I didn't get to sleep for 5 hours last night, it would have been a full 24 hours I was awake. I woke up with a shit ton of optimism, since school let out waking up has consisted of just wanting to get through the day. I hadn't seen Kelley in two weeks and I needed her more than a pay day, beer or a cigarette. My aunt passed away, and God bless her soul, and work for me and like everyone else in the world, is stressful. I just needed a break.

That optimism faded away quick as I was dumped, and was forced to make the drive back home in the rain, a mere couple of hours after getting to New Brunswick. Luckily Dan Fig was in town and we hit up the mall, peeped some spots and headed to Jersey City. He needed to meet his shorty in the city and I just wanted to get home. I honestly spent way too much money on unnecessary things today. The grand total would probably be about 45 bucks or something, 75 if you count the 30 I spent in the morning to get my jeans back from the tailor.

I also learned my lesson today in bar debates, not so much on "don't pull random shit out of your ass to save face", but have a smart phone. The way of the future back in the day was seen in teleportation, but scientist made it more practical and teleported shit to you, in the form of bytes. Smart phones made that accessible to you at anywhere, at any time, given the amount of service your telephone provider is giving you. No longer can there be minutes, or maybe even hours, of debating apples and oranges, phones will answer that shit for you. I got beat today, and I had no facts to show for it because my memory is failing me and things I watch on ESPN start fading together. Just know that a phone, be it a blackberry, iPhone or anything with the number 3 and the letter G in it, is a must. It skips the foreplay and goes straight to the phrase "game, set, match".

Emotions got the best of me and I left. I was planning on going home and calling it a night at 11:30, but after the day I had, I felt like getting fucked up was a must. I didn't get fucked up but I got out and went to some warehouse party which is in the hood. Mad old peole and mad young people. A majority of the party was spanish, so it was a split between spanish hispters and ghetto dudes. Watching the old people just minding their own business while kids a third their age were getting drunk with them. The young kids almsot seemed like kids trying to BE cool, and not just being. The old folks also seemed to try to BE young instead of just being. It was a weird mix of people, but interesting to say the least. In retrospect, I should have left earlier than I did though.

At 3am, hopefully I can finally close my eyes.

Timberland Steppin' It UP

The original Timberland will forever and always be a classic, like the Air Force One, Chuck Taylors or a Adidas Shell toes. No matter what kind of spin you put on it, you trace it back to it's roots and see simplicity. A work man's boot, a man's boot. Looking at their up and coming release though, I gotta admit. They went from work boots to straight up, "let me rock this at a red carpet event".

The worn out look is fresh as hell. I'm a fan for one because my boots ALWAYS fade at the heel before they do at the body, AND I'm a huge fan of vintage boots, mainly for the fact that they are already broken the fuck in, but also the outer aesthetic. But here are pix for the up and coming Timbs. Appreciate. Oh, and the best part, I'm pretty sure they will be reasonably priced, HOPEFULLY less than Redwings, and be able to be bought somewhere reasonable, Macy's and David Z.

pix courteousy of Hypebeast.

Some Sort of Mecca

I remember about 3 or 4 years ago (I know it's not a long time, but in street wear, it's ages), where I would go to this website and just look at all the things I couldn't have. There are still many, many, MANY things I can't afford on that site, but going through it and seeing what shoes have dropped in price AMAZES me. I was browsing through the Nike Skateboarding section, and was going from highest to lowest, and I saw a pair of Dunk Cali's. If memory serves me right, these were I think second generation, and one of the hottest dunks out. I remember thinking 400 dollars is a lot of money. Four hundred dollars is reasonable nowadays.

What I am getting at is that it's sad to see that such classic, simple design as the Calis are being disrespected by the mark ups of shitties, horribly designed successors. Like the "What the Dunk" dunk, is every expensive, exclusive dunk put out shat out onto one shoe. It's almost like going to a tattoo shop and seeing everything on the wall and putting it on your wall. I'll put it in the same category as Ed Hardy. It's also a shame that the Pee Wee Herman dunk costs 15 dollars more than the Gino Iannucci's. Again, if memory serves me right, the Ginos are 1st edition. They came in the regular Nike box, I think. They are simple, and look like they serve their purpose, to be skated in. Tsk, tsk, tsk.

But I guess with the death of the mark ups, its understandable why things aren't so expensive anymore. I mean unless someone REALLY wants a pair of a specific shoe, I can justify spending about $150 for it. Afterall, two pairs of Air Jordans will run you 300. That's TWO pairs.

I wish I could get to people, anyone who is looking to spend up to a bajillion dollars on a pair of sneakers, to reconsider and possibly by 5 pairs of the underappreciated sneaker in the broom closest of Flight Club. I see a pair of Eire dunks in there that I would like to wear and and tear the shit out of, but I don't think I have good experience with suede shoes, but still. I just want to dog a pair, beat the life out of it, and walk into store with them on. Dead and everything.

I guess I'll just do that to my Tiffany's