thrashedkids

While traveling on the circus I decided to do a little art-boot project. 3rd grade coloring book style.

I was going through my computer and I found some randomness when reminiscing about 2011.. I had a few journal entries about my experiences. That in it self is an odd concept, because normally I would never want to save this stuff. And, I present to you: Saying fuck it to everything and here we go:

3-16-2011

Been on the town for 36 minutes and so far I’ve seen the cathedral found the plaza, ate an awesome chicken sandwich at burger king and found a cozy little bar with a nice scotch collection. So far life in Spain is great. 

Found a bar that serves legit Amstel. Pretty pumped. Brings back good memories. It’s been 6 years since I had this and absinthe shots with Jeremy Carter in New Zealand.   

3-24-2011

Trip only gets more adventurous and gnarly as it goes along. After an hour on the metro I get to my hostel I have booked 10 minutes after they close. No phone answers either. I guess we can call this the money has no object so let’s just waste it all trip. Oh well, walked around Madrid for a while, found a nice little cerveceria to enjoy some apple cheesecake, an espresso, and 2 nice little beers. I have to pull an all nighter now in a bus station and I’m pretty sure that would have been a mission had I not had a beer or two. And especially impossible without the espresso. Being lost without a place to stay in a foreign country has this awkward comfort to it that I don’t really know how to explain. How often does this stuff happen to people? It all is beginning to seem rather normal to me. Here I am at yet another train station boarding another train to get on another bus to turn around and get on another bus to go back to an airport to go to god knows where before I go home. I guess while I’m here I should make the most of it. This whole thing is such an interesting concept. Bombing around Europe aimlessly, alone, and just to see what happens. I almost just want to go until I am completely broke and need to max out my last credit card to make it home. Lose everything and then start over from scratch. Interesting concept, but I’m probably not going to do that. So, what am I going to do? Fuck if I know, and that’s how I like it.  

So I just walked around Madrid by myself for the last hour and a half and it’s not too exciting at 3am. Kinda wish there was at least some nightlife. About 3/4 of a mile from the bus station and  it started pouring down rain. I love that. Especially when you are walking. Back at the bus station now and might try to catch a few z’s. It’s a ya sketchy with all these homeless people sleeping in boxes and sketchy looking spaniards smoking cigarettes all around me, but I guess if I do all of the above I may fit in. I wonder if you would have told me a week ago that I’d be alone in Madrid sleeping on a sidewalk in the rain, fresh off a plane from stockholm I would have believed you. I think my exact response then would have been, “yeah, probably not. But, I could definitely see it happening.” not gonna lie, I’m a tad jealous of homie over here and his cardboard box.  At least then I could hide and people would think I was legit. As long as my Louis Vuitton hightops aren’t sticking out the end. Well, I need to save batteries on this sucker so I have an alarm in 3 hours. This adventure will definitely never be forgotten. Insane. Good times, good times indeed. 

3-25-2011

Second bus trip of the day. Back to Madrid. Hopefully this time my hotel goes through and I am not sleeping on the sidewalk in front of the bus stop. That would make me happy. These damn buses are really starting to get to me, but really, all I can do is step back and laugh. Hopefully I learned a lesson. But unfortunately, I haven’t. I know myself too well. I mean, I could learn, and change. Only problem is that it is far too easy and convenient just to continue being me. This bus ride is a bummer too. I just got sandwiched in between two nice looking young gals. Odd. 

I also just realized that I am pinning it from Salamanca in a bus again. Second time in exactly a week. Same bat time, same bat channel. I’ve been here twice yet only stayed one night here. Strange. I hope I can learn one thing, and one thing only and stick to it. One priority, me myself and I. No one can live for me and no one would die for me, so I guess I better do both of those for myself. Oh, and if I ever come back to europe, it better be warm and someone better be paying my ass. 

I got bored and got a little nuts on my helmet with some paint markers last week. Overall it came out good. I kind of want to paint up another one, but put some effort into it, and use some decent and legit paints so it will look good and last a while. Oh well, coolest helmet I have had in a long time. Shout out to Kyle Loza for outlining the dagger and the “Kill Joy” banner. I took the privilege of shading it, along with all the other madness. Fun time, I think?

Well I finally spent some time updating and trying to finish up the site. I added some photos, videos, updated the about me, and just tried to fine tune everything. I also put up some graphics in the store. They aren’t quite available yet, but you can go there and get a preview of them. They are going to be my signature graphics for 2012. I will also be adding some other graphics and sticker kits in the near future as well. If anyone wants the graphics for a certain bike, hit me up from the contact form on the about page and we can get this going! 

Anyways, here is a preview of my new graphics. Enjoy!

Don’t call it a comeback. Just have a little time to throw into this little project. I will be gathering some interviews and photos and videos and as much interesting content as I can over time and adding it here to renew this little gem that I have let deteriorate.