i have lived in a lot of strange places and seen more then a few weird things in my time, but living in Orange County for the past year has been a real eye opener.
i don't think i have ever woke up to find what appears to be a sperm sample outside the front door. keep in mind i live in the middle of nowhere, its not like there is even people around past 5:00pm. pretty rad...
sooooo... i decided to treat myself and get a basket for my bike of 5 years, it also had a flat that needed to be repaired as well. took it down to Chicago Bike Shop in the strip mall on the corner of Superior and PCH in Newport Beach to ger it all hooked up. dropped it off to get fixed over night. went in the next day to pick it up and they "lost" it somehow, now keep in mind this was a kinda nice bike, i mean at least to some people... a Schwinn Cruiser Alloy SS, made before schwinn got bought by pacific and then they started making the junker schwinns you can get at Wal Mart today, at any rate, to somebody who knows bikes, this is a score, and the owner of Chicago Bikes knows bikes... long story short (i know its already long) my bike somehow got stolen from inside the bike shop over night and now the owner is refusing to get me a new bike or pay me back in any way, also adding that my bike was a "rusty piece of junk that you could find in any alley in Newport beach anyhow, it isnt worth ANYTHING" and that hes "trying to be cool and help me out and im trying to take advantage of his kindness", really? i dont remember asking to get my bike ripped off insted of a new basket and a fixed flat? i guess if thats what i asked for then i would be happy he dosnt wanna help me cover the cost of replace it. BUT, i didnt ask to have him "lose" my bike, i just wanted to treat myself, i mean, i ride that thing more than a few miles a day. yeah yeah, i went to the police, they dont even care at all, they got better things to do, im not sure what exactally, i know doing their jobs isnt at the top of the list. anyhow, i just felt the need to let everyone know just how sad i am... life is only downhill from here, and i gotta walk all the way down. fuck.
yup, this post is JUST what the title would lead you to believe... or not, Sam McGuire split from the mid west for southern cali for a few weeks. we invited him to spend his last week over at Homobind Inc. here are a few images of what we got into, well, i doubt its a good idea to show all the guns, drugs, nude women, iPhones used as firewood and lots and lots and lots and lots of cash, so just add all those things in your mind so i dont have to corrupt the minds of the MILLIONS of kids that read this blog... 
a lil bit back i took a quick trip to AZ to say hi to a few old friends and see the new Volcom OZ vid... here is a few photos...
Funky Comadena big spins pop
medians and smarmy. Curb monikers
bonkers, pebbles, circular cargo
shticks and blasphemies akimbo.
Wah-wah pedal bipedal airborne
euphoria, crookedly a vocable.
Duct tape gripped shoe-goo
and bring it on, machismo machines.
Posers and hurters, shifty
manuals for Billabong billboards.
Radicals cut fat lines.
Bluster luster and smithy on the rack.
Never back but backwards.
Effluvia. No more bad town.
