Jam Van Journals

Of Trendy Sentiment and a Rock and Roll Band:

              We saw Vanaprasta tonight.  In a venue that I would describe as Venice’s trendy dump-hole, the Townhouse.  The place ...
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The Heads up on the What’s up:

                  Morning desk jockeys, hope the coffee is treating you nicely today.  We here ...
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Fuck a Title! I Don’t Need No Stinking Title!

                       Look at that picture!  That right there is our new home-girl Kennedy, who is significant in our lives ...
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Of the Shame

Of the Shame:                 My Gorilla says I got punk’d.  My Budaphest says I got punk’d.  My heart, says I got punk’d.  I slept ...
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Of the Weekend:

Ed. Note, this may be stifled, I am attempting to defy the laws of gravity and scrabble this out from ...
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Sail on Jonny Boy:

                           So I briefly talked about Jonny boy here ...
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Of a Numbers CONTEST:

     Gooooood morning thizz-heads.  Quick question, which one of you un-liked us on the Zuckerbook?  Oh, I suppose you wouldn’t be reading ...
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Of a Slow Day:

  Got nothing.  One of those days.  Not remorseful about it.  We got productive.  Things were hacked away at.  As you can see from the ...
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Yo, East Side, Brace-It, Yo’Self, Brace-It, Cause We’re Gonna Come Play witch’a Some More:

This is what I’ve decided after a night of brushing up on Latino Jesus Pamphlets and staring at a room ...
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Of Crack-Head Poetry and Fools in Sequins Salvaging a Night:

Fridays befuddle me (that’s a stupid fuckin’ word). People get all riled up like it’s something special, but it’s just ...
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An Update on the Laws and Straws that Surround the Act of Playing Music During the Day

I don’t go to the man’s house (by choice).  As previously discussed, he comes to bother me.   Now, somewhere between 17 ...
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Seconds, Minutes, Hours, Days, Years, You’re All Ass-Holes

So I fucked up, I had a brilliant picture all lined up, but I didn’t get it, and I ended ...
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Of New Socialism Type Stuff

Yo heads, all the heads, what’s happenin? Ha, you dunno what’s happenin’, you’re sitting at a computer too.   So ...
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If you Bite My Style, You Owe Me a Fuckin’ Chalupa Son:

Dear Cerebral Ballzy, We saw you in concert a few weeks ago, maybe less than a few. You might remember ...
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Of the Weekend, an Open Post to the Dink who Keeps Calling the Cops on Us

Well, I must say it was a hell of a weekend. Haziness is a constant for me, but the excessive ...
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Jack! You’re Droppin’ on the List!!!

Made a new adversary today. Gonna place this guy at the top of the list. Right above the chick at ...
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Of Street Legality (Redux)

Went back to see my girl YoLanda at the DMV today (see her in all her beauty above). My appointment ...
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Of the Weekend

Aaaayo, these mahfuckas be back, back, back in DogTown. Nobody robbed our shit, so that’s what’s up. Jules is still ...
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On Advice from Dead Grandfathers and Independence

My grandfather was couldn’t hear shit, talked with his hands, deaf. Of him I remember very minimal stuff. The way ...
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Of Captain Jack’s Opinions on Music, Life, and His Status as a Ding-Bat

Actual conversation between the Captain and I: Captain: “Man dis, you see dis shit you just put on, it’s, it’s ...
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Open Letter to Mrs. Lil’ Kim

  Dear Kimberly, Your face is on the side of our Jam Van.  It was painted there by one Jules Muck.  She is ...
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Of Street Legality and Other Things:

Went to the DMV today to try and get baby’s girl’s papers in order. You know, cause now that she’s ...
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