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 ...
The Heads up on the What’s up:
Morning desk jockeys, hope the coffee is treating you nicely today. We here ...
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 ...
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 ...
Of the Weekend:
Ed. Note, this may be stifled, I am attempting to defy the laws of gravity and scrabble this out from ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
Of Street Legality (Redux)
Went back to see my girl YoLanda at the DMV today (see her in all her beauty above). My appointment ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
