Wednesday, March 26, 2008


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....


Friday, March 14, 2008

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?

Thursday, March 13, 2008

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.

Friday, March 7, 2008

Wednesday, March 5, 2008

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!