All shown below are best offer.
Sunday, July 5, 2009
GEAR 4 SALE! Pt. Deux
All shown below are best offer.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Jay-Z - D.O.A.
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Book Suggestion: You're Very Beautiful
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
The Boys in Black
The Boys in Blue
Here's to those that dedicate their service to the pursuit of teenagers with paint and too much time on their hands. Keeping the streets safe so our citizens can sleep at night! Shit, even I gotta admit they're doing a good job.
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Delaware's War on Graffiti continues....
Here's one of the more famous ones. Take it easy.
Peace!
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
SLEPT ON AND STEPPED ON

Roscoe P. Coldchain - Myspace
There will be blood mixtape - Download Here!
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Thursday, October 30, 2008
PHILLIES WON THE WORLD SERIES.
But last night was a bunch of fun, check out this video link posted on SW.
Congratulations Phils. Lemme get started on Issue 3.
Friday, August 22, 2008
Joe Biden is Obama's VP!
So here it is.
Barack Obama has selected Joe Biden, the senator from Delaware as his Vice President.

Delaware stand up. Getting on the map day by day, so if you don't have a felony go out and vote.
Release Hatred
We all looked up to him. He was, without a doubt, our leader. It was a mutual feeling though, because in a way I think he looked up to us too. There was a constant give and take. But from early on I always realized that I was the only one that could see through it.
We weren't any type of organization or organized group. We definitely weren't a gang or any other crime related group. We were just a bunch of people trying to make it out. Well, I wouldn't say make it out… we were just trying to find our niche in this fucked up world. It was more of a reaction than an action.
Just like any other random cluster of people we had our spokesperson. It just felt like this guy knew everything. He knew when to fight and when to let things go. He always had an answer. We were the innocent and he was the experienced. We were the naïve and he was the jaded. We were the weak and he was the strong teaching us to be strong. We broke our backs for that wisdom. And we were breaking our backs to have that type of wisdom. We would have, without a doubt, went to war with this man.
I guess one day he got sick of the way things were and decided to just leave. He called us together and told us it was time to go. There was a unanimous decision to follow him. So they all left in search of something better.
I decided to stay because I was the only one that could see. They were blind to the fact that he was blind. They were not wise enough to put the pieces together. I had learned just enough to know. His house didn't have windows… he had no reason to ever look outside or look inside or look anywhere because it was all black.
The literal blind was leading the figurative blind.
I earned his respect because I stayed and I knew that he knew that I would succeed and he knew that I knew that he would succeed.
The rest of them went down faster than a cheap hooker.
Saturday, August 9, 2008
Bernie Mac Died Today.
RIP Bernie Mac.
visual history lesson
Saturday, August 2, 2008
Monday, July 28, 2008
Thursday, July 17, 2008
going for the 6's and 7's
For some reason we felt it necessary to insult him every time we walked through what we called Apprentice Park.
I don't know why we called him names. I guess we just thought he was the crazy old guy and it didn't bother him.
We walked down there about twice a week. In between or after our classes in the city. The park was at the end of Market Street and if you looked over the railing you saw 16th street right under you and across 16th was the Brandywine Creek.
One day I wandered down to Apprentice Park by myself and I saw the old man sitting on his usual bench reading the paper. I sat down next to him and I said, "listen, I just wanted to apologize for yelling at you all those times. It was stupid and immature, you deserve more respect than that. I'm sorry."
He looked at me and said, "you're apology doesn't hold its weight in water."
So I said back, "walk to the creek with me."
For some reason he did. He followed me down to the water's edge. I started walking into the water. Luckily for me, there was a spot ten feet deep just to my right. We were completely underwater now. We had become dense enough to stay at the bottom.
I said to him, "does it hold its weight in water now?"
He didn't say anything to me. He pulled out a lighter, set the paper on fire, and disappeared.
Shout-outs to the coolest vegetable.
- Your third favorite story teller, William Wallace























