fucking prick!

Well it seems you can't leave anything unguarded in this neighborhood. This morning I arrived to find  this stuck to my door!

I know right!!? It seems that somebody went through the trouble of writting me a note (likely wishing me a good morning or telling me how much i mean to them) and some skumbag had the nerve to rip it down but leave this weird pin that was used to stick it to the door.

To the person who left me the note, I thank you as I am sure it was wonderful. To the person who stole the note, SHAME ON YOU!

update!

well it didn't take long before the public started to notice just how sooped up this puppy was and that the owner wasn't coming back to claim it any time soon. This bird swooped in and clean swiped the hood ornament right off in the blink of an eye.

have you seen my owner?

I was a little broken hearted this morning to discover that due to some unknown misfortune someone out there had lost this key piece of.... ummm.... furniture? and that it had been left for anyone to grab on the sidewalk.

 If any of you, my loyal readers and fellow blahgers have any information on the owner and his whereabouts please let me know as I am sure they are eager to see this returned safe and sound.

Thanks in advance.

Same view, different box.

While driving past a Budget Brake and Muffler last night the Panda mentioned how a Muffler "sounds like someone who is really good at eating Vag-eeeen." I was laughing about that on my walk to the box today and then remembered a photo i got from the box on the weekend. I met BamBam while he lurked out front and got to taking to him because he was the least weirdest looking person around at the time. Turns out he was lurking around waiting for his shift to start at the local Fetish night just around the corner and apparently his boss Dr. Dark was bringing him a blood soaked lab coat to finish off his costume. Anyway, what i was getting at is that i am glad my box is a totally different kind of box than the box that BamBam dove in on later that night with those chompers.

no it's a cardigan but thanks for noticing

due to battery depletion i was only able to take one photo of this epic event that clearly deserved full documentation. But anyway, here is what i got:

i am not sure whether this woman was drunk or pregnant or drunk and pregnant but whatever the case she had to hang out the side and harf for a good 20 minutes before continuing on her way. what i really would have loved to capture were the after effects such as lunchtime for birds and slippery walking conditions for humans. oh and the guy who stared at the pile for 5 minutes while eating a banana. 

crete slashing

as you can tell with how current these tricks are, this guy just started skateboarding recently.

"dig a hole and bury it"

I have caught a lot of flack lately for my lack of updates. what the fuck do you expect? i'm in a box! and i can't make it happen! this is as exciting as things have gotten around here lately....

VPD-bags

what you don't see moments before the first of these photos was taken was this bandito jumping down off his electric pony (thats "h" for you non street savy), convinced his indexs and thumbs were loaded six shooters and waving them blazingly at smokey who was hot on his tail. Obviously the boys in blue figured this was clearly enough to provoke a beatdown (BEATDOWN!!!) which they distributed with fine execution. 

Officer Red took the left and Constable French Fry took the right and took turns with knees....

.... and bows.....

... and more knees... a few fists and precinct issued black boot loads over and over until...TIMBER!!

At which point it was hard for Officer Red to conceal his victorious stoke! I think i even saw a little partner pat on the bum. "way to go partner" "way to go partner".

"Can i get you anything? A soda? Anything? Ok you just sit tight and my boy French Fry will be right with ya."

By the look on his face i would have to say that the reason Constable French Fry joined the force was to glove perps.

spectators, passerbyers, gawkers, witnesses and....

rubberneckers!

one case of psycho

imagine just driving a truck around all day dropping off psycho all over the city. i know, best job ever right?

knock knock..

is that you god? oh no wait ... it's satan dressed in the cloak of god!!! 

got me again! 

locking the doors now so i can go harf.

a storm a comin

LAME!

As it turns out, my box happens to be located right around the corner from the spot where some of the worlds most savage bike builders work day and night to create bikes so awesome you cant even call them bikes anymore. I refer to them as "rigs" or "hogs" or "steeds". More often than not, they will not stop at just building a deadly hog, but they will construct a whole look to themselves to compliment their most recent build. I have decided that these artisans need to be introduced to the outside world via photo documentation. This is no easy task as most of these geniuses prefer anonymity likely due to the fact they are evading Johnny Law. I was lucky enough to get this beast to stop for a photo as he was riding to the front line of battle. He was very reluctant to be in the photo and if he reads this i will most likely be taking my final nap in a dumpster. But that is all part of being a photo journalist. 

And oh yeah, don't be surprised if you see a bike that kinda looks like the one that got stolen from you but only now it's way radder and ready to ride head on into Armageddon!

what's that meat smell?

So i am just minding my own in my box when the sweet sweet smell of BBQ comes creeping in.

I stepped out to investigate and saw a bit of a gathering just out of reach from the box. 

me : "hey whats going on over there?"

guy walking by : "homeless people and hotdogs."

Sounds like my kind of party! If i could be a super hero for the day...

vein melter

With more and more sunny days on the horizon it's gonna be a while before i see this again. I'm looking forward to the warmth but I am going to miss this a little. This is a song you should probably have to go with this photo.

VEIN MELTER

the talk of the town!

Nevermind the the snowplow, nevermind the guy shredding crete down the sidewalk in the rain like he just lifted a banana, some out dated milk and a pack of jerky from the bodega down the block. Focus your attention to one of the biggest concert announcements this city has been graced with in i dunno how many years! Nothing better to brighten a gloomy day than to find out that SPIRIT OF THE WEST is making a stop right here in this city while on their upcoming tour! "Can it get any better" i ask you? And you clearly answer "Gazzif!"

WRONG!

Who is opening but the Legendary Ashley Macisaac!

Rock on!

Tickets on sale @ Goodfoot and Roden Grey.