All the dudes on this site claim "Super Posts", but I am going to have to go ahead and claim "Super Duper Post". I mean, based on photo count and awesome writing style alone, I feel I have it in the bag.....But forealdo..I seriously love San Diego. I seriously lived there til I was 10. So I do find time to call it home. But seriously, speaking of homes, my parental guidances have a home down there. The plan was rather simple. To drive up to Irvine, pick up a rather small italian who looks at the name of Drago, or Dragula, or simply, "lil' guy, go up to Liberty Boardshop ( a boardshop for whom I ride for) have dinner, get drunk and talk biz.

this is Matt O'Conner from Liberty.

The owner of Liberty. His name is Matt also. I think you need to be called Matt to work here. I think there is over 13 dudes named Matt at Liberty....So we went to dinner and these guys threw down.

this waitress was not into Drago or myself.

I suggest, next time you come to work, bring your A game and a good attitude.

On the way home, I had to piss like refugee. And I know, according to Tom Petty, I for one do not have to live like a refugee. So I pissed in the bottle. Basically not all of it made it through the insufficient hole in the bottle. On top of that I "kinda" lost the cap. so after I found it, I decided my friends should pose for some photos with my piss...

John Makens and my bottle'o pee.

I forgot to mention. The bottle had a little water in it already. So me being a man of logic, I decided not to finish the water which would justmake me pee more. So I really didn't have enough room for my man-piss. I had to "pinch it off".

On the way home, we stopped off for gas. At the gas station was somebodies gramma. In my car was a little italian who yells, "show us yer tits!". She says "For how much?" I say, "eight bucks".

We are the most ballin dudes ever. I mean no, you proly wont be catchin a jack to this pic, but you will hear me brag about it for the next 8 years.

The next night we checked out the new Absinthe flick, "More". I will say, I was so proud of the Bluebird dudes. Wastell, Coulter, Marco, and Rice were seriously "teeing off". Some of the best riding known to man. Just go see it. Alright you little fuckers?.

Blaire, Wastell and some dude named Ingemar.

Me and some sorta funny guy named "Ranquet"

My boys. John Makens from IAm Apparel and Chris Coulter.

Two more dudes on the Bluebird roster. Ninja and Darrel Mathes.

In traditional tradeshow style, none of us had legit passes, so we totally went looking for some miracles. It was like a Dead concert. With Jerry on our side we made a triumphant entrance.

Colin Langlois and Kramer. Ive heard rumors of Colin joining the Illuminati crew. Guch, Colin. It's like the disgruntled Burton riders union.

Nova was finally jumped into the Bluebird crew.

This is our Foriegn exchange student from Spain. Actually it's our distributor from spain. The whole time Drago and I were talking to Jose like he couldn't speak english. Super loud, " HEY JOSE, HOW LONG WILL YOU BE VISITING THE UNITED STATES?" Drago fuckin rules. So does Jose.

Next on the old agend was Clancy and Knack's movie premiers. Clancy's entitled "Who Cares", was the best snowboard movie I have seen since "Water to Wine". Super bangin sountrack. Super good movie. It made me stoked and hopefull for our "sport". Pretty much the most banginest flick EVER!. Everyone in the movie is forsure, proly, mos def, the best riders ever.

We waited outside forevskis. Curt morgan finally came out and let like me and 12 friends cut the line. Once we were in, it was free booze. Open bar and no joke, you could order 12 beers at a time. And believe me this, I did.

The men behind the men. Not like runnin a train you sick fuck...Clancy and Colin.

Hana. Rider of the year. She is definately not from uglo-slovia.

Kinger. Best dude ever.

some dude broke my camera right before this pic. John Jackson and myself.

The most ballinest t-shirt choices EVER!. Scott Holtgren from the Angry Associates. Ive known this dude since "B in the D" That's "back in the day" holmes.

Rice. Pullin his ass out of his head.

D-Tale. For all you retards, That's Doran Laybourn. Bad ass.

When you stay at my house, dont expect a blanket. My buddy Joel from Prague with his sheet of toilet paper to keep warmth in my artic air-condished palace.

Later fags. go check out www.bluebirdwax.com