Saturday, September 24, 2011

late 60`s early 70`s leather jacket for sale...... SOLD


click over to the pill stash side bar and get more details.................

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

his name is Truc..............

Truc was his name.........i was introduced to him through a mutual redhead..... i was about 20-21 years old, doing nothing but doing everything. had a beat up `74 suzuki GT380 with a skater always strapped on.....nothing but surfing, drinking and chasing girls. most everyday when i walked by this house on the corner, i spied my eye on a little redhead that had a little kid that always kept her eye on me. we got to talking and one thing led to another and next thing i know, everyday after surf she would be waiting for me. she was older....37 years i said, older.(ha-ha) she was a wildcat, or so i thought.

well, one day, i saw her kicking back on her patio and said i would swing by tonight and she said, `not tonight, my old man is coming by.` What?!... i thought to myself. `you should swing by and meet him. he surfs and rides motorcycles.` i`m thinking, `o.k.?` came by later on when i smelt her b.b.q. start up. and up comes Truc....... i`m a skinny surf rat. he kinda scared the shit outta me. don`t judge a book by it`s cover.......Truc was so fuckin cool. the bike he rode out from florida is the pahhead with the extended front end. he said our redhead said I had a bike and we went over to my house while she started cooking some food for us. he tuned up the carb and had it running perfect. we talked about music and surfing....... and after we drank a ton of beers and watched the sun go down, our redhead started picking up the plates, he leaned over and asked, `you fuckin my red?` my eyes popped out of my head and i tried to talk and he just started laughing his fuckin head off........ i` didn`t get it.... he said,` don`t worry, it`s cool, we have our own lives. she`s great, have fun kiddo.` as he was wiping the tears from his eyes, red walked in and asked what was so funny. he told her what he said to me and they both started cracking up. i sat nervously staring at them. red looked at me and said `of course i told him honey`. and they both started laughing again.

i saw Truc for another week. we went surfing, rode bikes......but the redhead was his when he was in town. i went back to my regular girlfriends. over time the redhead and i drifted apart but remained good friends. i saw her crying some time later and she said Truc was mowed over by an eighteen wheeler on his way to georgia to visit his wife and kids.
i felt so bad for her, she really dug him. he was way a rad dude, i was stoked i got to meet him. she ran into the house and came out with these photos and gave them to me. i found these in a box in the garage about three weeks ago.......i`m sharing Truc with peace.

Vintage Leather.............

Sunday, September 11, 2011

write words on paper..........

mary francis watched him butter the toast. he held the edges of the slice in his left hand, moved the knife in systematic strokes, over and over. was he trying to distribute the butter evenly? or were there other, deeper requirements? it was sad to see him lost in small business, eternally buttering, turning routine into empty compulsion, without meaning or need.

Saturday, September 10, 2011

street walkin` cheetah

nao from garage co. work in progress, morphing, evolving, constantly changing...............

Monday, September 5, 2011

Sunday, September 4, 2011

albums, man. records....L.P.`s

whenever i see record albums for sale, i can`t resist going through them and seeing what might be there............sometimes you score.

san onofre, california