Cover: Dave Cole ollie fakie. Photo: Ivery Turner.
Issue 64
We are very sorry that it has taken us so long to get this issue out, but the last disk in my spine decided it wanted shoot it’s contents on to a nearby nerve, rendering me a complete pile of worthless shit. When I can’t function, it turns out that not much gets done around here. I am the only one holding the cast of characters that make this magazine possible, together. If I’m not up everyone’s ass 24/7 pestering and obsessing over things, shit just doesn’t get done. I’ve been in no condition to nanny anyone right now so, as a result, deadlines have once again gone to shit. It’s been quite a while since we’ve claimed; “Worst Issue Ever” but this could be it, hope you enjoy.
Untitled Document
I moved into my first apartment, right off Sunset Blvd. in West Hollywood, California, in October of 2001. When I found out that MTV Cribs was coming to film it, I called Ryan Simonetti about building ramps in there. The first ramps went up, and the first Cribs segment was filmed in June of 2002. I got arrested in there by the LAPD fugitive division, on warrant out of Louisiana with bail set at 1.12 million dollars in July of 2002. A whole bunch of legendary sex, drugs, and rock’n’roll Read More
It was a nice surprise to check my email one morning and see these gems of hate in my inbox sent from the great Ron Whaley. Usually it takes several emails and phone calls to get a proper Shit Talk Corner but Ron’s such a motivated and talented hater/shit taker that he got it done and sent it in unsolicited. No hassles no fuss. Bravo Ron Whaley, bravo! Read More
There are some very dumb laws on the books. Here are 12 of the most retarded we could find. Read More
Sometimes life can seem like one long dice roll. No matter how hard you plan for the future, how much you strive for security and a happy place in the world, we’re all really just one or two bad throws away from destitution, loneliness and despair. Daily we’re presented with decisions we must make, weighing happiness versus security, freedom versus companionship, with no real clue of what the true consequences of our decisions will be more than a few weeks or months down the road. Read More
From the booze, gambling, strip clubs, and flashy hotels, every night is a late night in vegas. Read More
The 2008 Volcom Damn AM is the first Damn AM that I’ve missed since the Skate Park of Tampa brought the event to the Volcom Warehouse. For the past 3 weeks I’ve been in a vicodien and codeine induced haze due to a blown out disk in my lower back. Read More
This interview is going to be about unicorns.
Unicorns, fucking awesome animals, with fucking horns sticking out of their head. Sick… Read More
Cover: Dave Cole ollie fakie. Photo: Ivery Turner.
