Joe and Jonz' Bogus Journey

or Beer and Loafing in Coney Island. After showing up an hour and a half late (which is still 15 minutes early in "Joe Time"), Joe saw an old friend in a parking lot were driving trough. In typical Joe fashion, he proceeded to have an hour long "lets catch up now even though we are totally facebook friends" conversation. Finally after picking up his Nana Chicky (whom I don't know yet), he tells me he has to sleep in the back for awhile because he is too tired to drive. Bastard. I allowed this to go on until Richmond. By then Nana Chicky and I were already BFFs. I decided to wake Joe up the only way I could think of.

If this really were a bogus journey, I guess Nana Chicky would be Rufus. I can't figure out why I am still single.

After the Jersey shore we headed straight into Philly. There aren't any photos, but trust me it was legit. Chad, Asian girls, Scraping Foetus Off the Wheel, Blastronauts, Fishtown, Rocket Cats, the whole nine. We even took the under the El tour. Please do yourself a favor and do the same. It truly is a different world down there.

Pulling into the city.
This Guy.
I kept my eyes out for a Coney Island Whitefish. No sitings.
Looking back, I think Marty had a master plan for us the whole time.
tourist
Wake up Joe. You are about to ride a roller coaster for the first time in your life.
I had to crop a turd out of this photo to protect the integrity of it's subject. Sulady.
Hells yeah.
Accommodations provided by Lisk Manor.

Naturally a history lesson.
Spent the night at Bruno's. Hella cool.

BIG WINNERS CLUB.

Somewhere there is a lucky lady.

Tarred Heels.

Super limited edition collabo. 1 of 1 of a pair of 2.
VANSxIOMIxENDLESSGRINDx>UKRUxNORTHCAROLINAxJORDAN-NIKE

The truth is out there.

Punk Rock

Not rain, not shine
Nor chain or sign
shall keep a boy from climbing a rock.

Fight fire with firewire.

The audio from this video has been deleted by the man. Deleted with good reason, might I add. The song in question was Fight fire with fire by Metallica. If the internet police had allowed us all to watch this video (with said audio) without Lars' hired consent, he may not be able to make a living as an artist. He may not even be able to afford a new Basquiat. Bummer Lars. Bummer.

When some wild-eyed, eight-foot-tall maniac grabs your neck, taps the back of your favorite head up against the barroom wall, and he looks you crooked in the eye and he asks you if ya paid your dues, you just stare that big sucker right back in the eye, and you remember what ol' Jack Burton always says at a time like that: "Have ya paid your dues, Jack?" "Yessir, the check is in the mail." - Jack Burton 1986, Big Trouble in Little China