GOOD TIMES.

Lastnight we hit up a few spots to grab some drinks, shoot the shit and celebrate with some friends as well as some of the movers and shakers that help make Heavy Hitters Magazine happen. It’s without restraint that I’ll tell you that the success of the magazine is a collaborative effort which not only includes the readers but also the higher ups that fight for a good cause and turn plans into action. Without Howard holding down the camp, Rudy manning the stations and Omar firing off sales, Heavy Hitters would all be nothing short of just another great idea and I’m lucky to work with guys that that I consider friends and brothers more so than coworkers.

I got a sick ass staff of talented and creative individuals that design the magazine and a managing editor that’s cool as fuck – eventhough he dresses like a Mervyn’s catalog model – but the whole point of this post is to thank everyone for their help and support. This magazine is a culmination of everyone’s efforts from the street teams, my friends to the soliders that talk it up and for me take the credit or act like I’m King Shit would be stupid and not my style. So thanks for everything.

It seemed like Jason from WPI was in a congratulatory mood every 5 minutes. Now don’t get me wrong because that’s not a bad thing….especially when it’s followed up with shot after shot. LOL.

Food was the only thing that helped soak up the alcohol.

The fries were a trip….went in like this and came out just about the same way.

Never challenge Howard youngsters. Never. Ha ha ha.

This was just two rounds.

Howard’s singing was so good he got Miguels titties all perked up.

Joe Ray – one of the Godfathers of Lowriding and the editor of Lowrider – and Howard.

The culprit that setup Howard to sing. Ha ha.

Damn bro? Black pull up socks? Are you serious? LOL.