I GOT LAID.......................

THE FU%K OFF.

Peer Pressure

stole this from the horse

Iron Head

R.I.P. BLOCC

My boy Blocc. This cat is a legend. Many different people to many different people. We used to wake up and get to drinking and philosophising every day. No subject untouched. Women , politics , economics , and religion. This guy could quote the bible word for word. Nothing ever seemed to bother him much. When the Judge would hit him with some time he would shrug his shoulders and go do it. Back in the early 90's He got shot 5 times at point blank range with a .38 Special. Both arms his shoulders and one in his neck. When most people get shot they tend to be a little pissed off or scared about it. He looked at me with a straight face and said " what are the odds this bullet didn't hit my jugular " He was on Jerry Springer when the show first got big. One of his many girls brought him on there to cuss him out. I asked him why he went. He told me " I had sh!t I needed to do in Chicago anyways and Jerry was buying the ticket " Plus he pimped the show out for a new wardrobe and some cash because he would miss "work". He knocked a couple of chicks on the show to round out a good all expenses paid vacation. When everybody else was riding lowriders he was building one of the fastest '72 Camaro I have ever been in. When he passed it fuc%ked a lot of people up. No matter what fuc%ed up situation you found yourself in he could make you laugh with one of his one liners.He went to soon but stayed longer than most. I miss you Brother.

The 90's

This is how we started each morning. One by one we would get up take a shower and get ready for the day. The first guy dressed would take the last car parked and make a run to the liquor store. Only time I was sober was in the hospital or locked up. That Skylark in the background was a beast serious money was spent on go fast sh!t. Blew the motor in my Cutlass racing it. If you look at the rims you can see there only 2 times gold. I got those for cost at the rim shop. I was in there getting tires for my Impala when I heard this cat yelling " Those ain't triple gold Muther Fu%ker ! " I ordered triple gold I ain't paying for that sh!t" The dude that owned the shop was like " fu%k ain't nobody going to want these and I can't send them back ". I tossed him a couple bucks and threw them in the trunk. Sold them to my buddy a half hour later. When anybody mentioned they weren't triple gold he told them he ordered them that way. I think this picture was taken in 1994. Gauging by the car and who's in the picture. The car got stolen and we found it stripped. The rims, engine , rear end and all the high performance stuff missing. So we know it wasn't a crack head. Out of everybody in this picture only two are still here. And one of them has been in a wheel chair for over a decade. Like the tattoo says , LIVE FAST DIE FAST.

Sh!t happens

Now thats Old school

Now thats Old school

Borrowed from JJ

Motoshop

Touchdown !

My uncle stuck it together for good on Superbowl Sunday

Weird sh!t

While building my inner frame jig and needing a welder to finish it. A guy I know said he knew a guy getting fuc%ed up at a bar down the street. Who would loan a perfect stranger his mig. We went to the bar he told us were it was in his shop. And this is what my shoddy craftsmenship looks like.