The lots for Hellaflush were packed and they tried parking us out in the boondocks so we were like f*ck it….let’s go and grab breakfast at Amadine’s Cafe.

Amadine Cafe & Bakery

√How you gonna pull into the gas station, sweat the homie John and then try to give him a ticket for no front plates while he’s pumping gas? That’s chicken shit and this CHP was definitely on the rag.

…off to Hellaflush.

Classic sh*t and definitely proof that good marketing can be applied anywhere by anyone. Ha ha.

Calm….

Mr. Evans’ BMW M5. It ain’t no joke.

Decorated

Decor

Implanted

Implants

…..a few random shots…. a few random thoughts. I snapped these at the studio last week and finally had a chance to post ‘em up.

When it comes to the toys….my brothers don’t play. Check the new member of the family.