God loves ya,
Be well.

Remember this little rascal I had posted about some time last year?
 

I had to watch him for a little bit yesterday. He is such a funny kid, yet smart for his age group. He always likes wrestling with me and singing his ABC's. The only problem I have with this little monster is he is so energetic. He never stops, something similar to a clock. I tell him to sit down, he runs around. I tell him to stop, he runs faster. So much work was put into getting him to slow down. Finally, he gave in and wanted to go outside for a little bit and skateboard. He's only 3 and loves to skate. I like him even more.


Once I had taken him home. I went on a little adventure of my own and roamed downtown Portland for a while. I can't get enough of downtown Portland, It's like my second home (As I share it with all of those who sleep on the sidewalks). I had went to go chat it up with Sam at Hecklewood but for some reason the store was closed so I continued walking along 3rd street and out of the norm I see these revolving doors erect from out of the ground with these people coming out like they escaped the underground railroads. I wanted to check it out but was unsure that I would get bombarded out of the way due to me not looking of age for whatever event was taking place but knowing me I'm careless and more curious than George. I walked in front of the entrance/exit and took a look to my left then I took a look to my right and said out loud "What is this?" The guy behind me was the instructor while there were people taking pictures of this tunnel-like figure. He tapped me on the shoulder and told me that what I was looking at was The Shanghai Tunnel. I was completely clueless to what he was talking about but I was up for listening. He had told me that back in the day people would work near waterfront and were kidnapped and brought under these tunnels and tortured. After that I lost the need to know what went on in there. He handed me the brochure and asked me to check it out, seems like a really cool place to check out.



God loves ya,
Be well.

God loves ya,
Be well.

God loves ya,
Be well.

God loves ya,
Be well.

Last night (though I still remain up at 4:42am) I went out to the Grindtime show. The environment I long so much of had come back to me for a couple of hours. I can't remember the last time I was near a cypher or even hearing someone rapping their favorite song on the street corner but last night I was given a chance to rekindle what had been lost. The event held up at the Satyricon. I've only went there a handful of times and each time I've went has been a treat, so I was very excited to see what had been up for last night's surprise.


The night started off with beat battling from individuals. Most of the talent was very young but the sound wasn't as amateur as they look. Basslines that strummed through the riding of unique drum sounds and patterns kept the crowds head bobbing back and forth like whiplash was in attendance and had paid a visit to everyone that was in the energy pumped crowd. Illmaculate (Sand People) and Epp Saheed hosted the show and kept the jokes cracking with also holding the place down for what is soon to be explained later on.



Through all the BOOM-PAT and bass throbbing penetrating the speakers went on, mini altercations had cooked up in the back within a few individuals. I don't know what happened, I wasn't really paying attention to the non-sense but to my personal opinion, I think it was the temperature in that room that were getting the people all angered for nothing like they were going through roid rage. I mean, I had on a flannel and a hoodie jacket along with 2 shirts under the outerwear, I was getting pretty mad myself. I was getting ready to just take all my clothes off and elbow the guy next to me. NOT.


This type of stuff went in and out for a while without me noticing. I really didn't hear or see anything until it got expanded and someone bumped me like they were trying to bum rush me for my camera case. People were scrambling everywhere when a fight had broke out. I had hopped onto the stage because I had figured that'd be the safest place to be, plus I always have a camera and do TRY showing you guys everything that happens around me, so you can get a glimpse of what happened. It's hard to see so just close your eyes and imagine yourself being in a mist of 5 sweaty, angry, roided up teenage kids stomping, ripping, and pulling at you like your name was Stretch Armstrong.


When a altercation breaks out and erupts, Luckyiam breaks out his technical device and interupts those who aren't fathoming crap.


After the ruckus had been moved out of the building and the men were separated from the girls...I mean boys, the show continued and more of the goods were brought to bring the crowd into the good feeling that it left off at. One of the greatest nights this year, need I say more?




God loves ya,
Be well.

Yesterday while I was boarding around downtown Portland with my friend Bobby, nearly shaking hands with death, going down hills and not stopping for vehicles, I came a crossed the Willamette Weekly. I try reading this as much as I can when I stroll through the outskirts of Portland plus it's free of charge so why pass up something you can dabble through while migrating from place to place? Anyways, the issue I had picked up yesterday caught my attention. It was about this Portlander named Matt Gone who has gotten his body completely covered in tattoos


I had thought this was some of the coolest, craziest, most outrageous thing I had ever witnessed my eyes on. I have seen those with strange tattoos along with myself but the whole body? The top of his head starts out as a checkered pattern and evolves into a collage of things. I couldn't fathom what the pain felt like on some of the most sensitive spots on the human body which means he has to have some of the biggest cojones on this planet earth. He is known to be the world's most tattooed person. Really mind blowing right? Reminds me of the blue guy who was staying in Oregon for some time.

P.S. going towards the hill I skated down, I met this guy. I never asked his name but he was eager to get his picture taken. He got on his Joe Cool and prepped for his shot as he put his black jacket on, dark shades, and licked his cracked chapped lips. He had dyed his hair to imitate the pattern of a cheetah and since we don't know his name right now, we'll just call him Chester. Chester Cheetah.


God loves ya,
Be well.

God loves ya,
Be well.