that's how it is, that's how its gonna be, kidz when you grow up, who the fuck you wanna be?

i gotta say whats up to my man on handsome island (leemme hold that) for showing me the most amazing time on sunday, to his girl for be supa down with my incoherent ramblings, to his girl's girl for being super hot and hanging out with me, to the pool for bein cool and the hot tub for bein you, for la fiesta burrito and fish taco, but moreso to campos tacos for bein the shit, to venice beach for bein the best...around, for the waves for crashin right where i could body surf a minute, to America flag towels and all of the tourists, and to PEGLEG NYC for that fucking amazing TANK OF DESTRUCTION pictured above and to REED SPACE NYC for selling that shit to me.....

words can't describe the kinna day we had. one.

James Dean of the Bobsled Team

Who The Fuck Said Smoking Isn't Cool?????

Once Again Bobsled Reinvents Slick

While Puffin' On A Cancer Stick

Then He Pulled This Shit...............

Stuff it in your Easter Basket and Smoke it. More pictures of Bobsled in Venice to come.

YAY

HBCC Ode to Vegas: Day 4

tonight i got to have dinner at a place called pampas at the former aladdin casino and hotel, now the planet hollywood casino and hotel. sort of a trend in the opposite direction of things in vegas becoming more sophisticated. but dinner was a brazilian steak place, where they freaking bring you meat and more meat and more meat and more meat and a jamesons and a glass of red wine and chicken and sausage and red wine and jamesons and water and i've gotta go.

the theory that i came up with today is this: when you come to vegas, you find a lot of really nice shops in places like the venetian and ceasar's palace. places you might find on 5th avenue or rodeo drive. the problem is, these places are much more easily accessible than the aformentioned locations. so you have the kenneth coles and bcbgs and other nice desinger shops i can't recall now being frequented by the guy with the tucked in reebok t-shirt and dewalt racing hat from arkansas. it's nice...it's just frequented by dirtballs. and therein is the paradox that is las vegas.

anyways, vegas at night is beautiful. really. my favorite movie memory of vegas has to be the end scene of ocean's eleven (the george clooney version) where they are all standing in front of the bellagio watching the lake and then one by one walk off. there is just something about it that captures the beauty of vegas that it might actually be if you were to bomb all the tourists with their gigantic test-tube drinks, or whatever teh fuck those things are.

anyways, more photos. hope you're enjoying them. i'm stayin in henderson tonight which is a completely new experience and devoid of slot machines, card tables and fun things that rob you. thanks duggs, i owe you at least $40 and a 40oz.

fuck, conan is a repeat tonight, even though my morning jacket is the musical guest. check some photos while i get up to go flex my pecks in the mirror...

fountain in front of the paris casino and hotel

flamingo: the casino is old by the marquee is timeless

ceasar's palace is massive. when you stay there, the wake up call picks up with, "HAIL noble guest..." serious shit

arch de motherfucking triumph. i love lindsey lohan

oh shit and i would be remissed not to mention the free smut that you can pick up and random points along the way. they look just like newspaper dispensers. except, instead of news, you get nudes...hello? hello? is this thing on? sweet pandas...

Break on Through....to the 150 side

So I have officially settled into my new life here. All assetts acquired for my left coast survival. This week is my first official week of having some fun as an official resident. Went to San Diego last weekend to visit my boy Jeffe (pronounced heffe) and let loose. Good times. Played a bunch of panic and chief'd a good bit. I was really starting to think about how nice it was blasting some Widespread Panic in this beachy atmosphere. Now hipsters, please bear with me. I know Panic isn't the hot shit on the LES but that doesn't mean shit. Even Bobsled does not like the Panic but i don't give a shit. I do. Anyhow, they are starting the spring tour of my dreams. Problem is, they waited till i moved out here. Fucking Karma, knew it would catch me. Anyhow I drafted this letter, begging for a West Coast Tour, and sent it to them last week:

Dear Brown Cat,

Please please send Panic out to California soon! I just moved from the East Coast to LA to find out that you are making the spring tour of my dreams. Hitting all my favorite spots (RICHMOND!! DC, Raleigh) and I all all the way out here. Damn you. Now I have to buy a plane ticket.

Since moving here it is like a dream, I drive around with sunroof open every day blaring my Panic. Not sure what your fan base is out here but it is inevitably growing as I plast Portsmoth, VA 05 at rediculous levels everywhere I go. Anyway, this place is so conducive to Panic that I just can't stop playin' it. Get out here! I need to see some California presence ASAP. I know a few others that are dying out here. Make it happen, we are here!

thanks,
Captain Handsome

First off, their management team is called Brown Cat. C'mon friends, you know that is just too good to be true (note gratuitus cat love on the HBCC). They actually wrote me back the same day, now that is love:

Widespread has played shows in previous tours out in California. The weather sounds like it is beautiful there as well! Although, they won’t make it that far for their Spring tour, keep checking the website for their summer tour which should be posted sometime by the end of April!

Take care, Brown Cat

Either way, if they do come out here I take full responsibility. So anyway, moving on, I spent a nice full day at the beach Sunday. Blazed right in public with the other 1,000 people doing the same. Got to love how accepting the lovely state of California is. About 3 o'clock I was fried like the little East Coast Whiteboy that I am. Sooooo it was off to the beach bar! Met up with a couple of Aussie's that just flew in and thus the day drunk was on. I haven't drank during the day for some time now and doing it on the beach while freely blazing was just marvelous. Next thing I know we meet some ladies and off the hook we became. To make matters better a shitty Doors Cover Band setup and started playing loud as shit right as we started breaking shit. 2 glasses went down almost immediatly. Down I mean down on the floor....splat. The waitress didn't care too much as she was trying to deal with the hord of Bikers that began to take over the bar and break even more stuff. Oh, it was good fun. Ended the night having a session on the beach with the ladies and watching the sun go down. Here are some pics of some rediculous long hair time warper and the blazin' sunset. Come visit soon. Happy 150th post!

i throw a sucka in the front for the ones that front

damn, i hate to bury my sargeant slaughter post, but the HBCC would be remissed for not pointing this out:

"New York City symbolically banned use of the word nigger on Wednesday, the latest step in a campaign that hopes to expunge the most vile of racial slurs from hip hop music and television."

"whatchoo talkin bout nigga?"

seriously? somebody get me Chappelle on the phone now. better yet, let's start up a fund to get the bum who sits outside my bodega down to city hall to protest.

i found this quote to be particularly hilarious:

"This could be the beginning of a movement," councilman Albert Vann said.

or it could just be time for you to shut the fuck. that's what i would do if i was trying to ban the 'n' word in new york freaking city. i would shutthefuckup. shut. the. fuck. up.

and for those of you too lazy to click the link, here's the best part of the article, a quote from Chris Rock:

"What, is there a fine? Am I going to get a ticket?" Rock mocked in a Reuters interview when asked about the City Council move. "Do judges say, '10 years, nigger!"'

There's a new cat in dogtown

It is official. I am now a resident of California. Just signed a lease today for my new left coast abode. I guess I am livin' large with an apartment in NYC and LA. Unfortunatly I won't get a chance to get back to the Hatten anytime soon so I will have to just make the best of my new digs in California. And what a day to do it. 82 degrees and sunny today. It is the warmest day of the winter out here and the whole beach was buzzin. I decided to play hookey from work today, signed the lease and went to the beach for an hour. Never did that before.



So let me tell you about the place. Tiny, falling apart, with a graffiti covered view of a gas station out my window. To quote the movie "Venice Beach, the ghetto by the sea. Its gross, its dirty....its beautiful". Now its home. So I guess I am ramblin' but it has been kind of a wierd day. I finally get home from work and guess what movie is on? The Lords of Dogtown. You know I have never seen this movie before? Kinda funny it is on the night I just sign sign a lease here in Venice I see the movie for the first time. Guess its meant to be. This town is about to get a lot more Handsome.....HBCC is now officially Bi-Coastal.

Baked Beach Bit #1

Driving to Tito's Taco's I had a little moment. Driving in my car with the sunroof open, just finished blazing at the beach, I found myself grooving. I mean really getting down by myself in my car. I then thought to listen to what was actually blasting from my stereo with bass ^^^up up. Get in to the Groove! I swear to god Get into the Groove was rocking my world. Wonder what the local's thought of the guy with NY Plates jammin' to Get into the Groove like he was a backup dancer for Wham! 80's Nigga.....