I Think I May Have a Cracked Rib

So like a month ago, I was pooting down the main Highway 58 on my nice little moped, and was going through a green light near Chatan (yeeah, it's where all the cool kids kick it) and this dumb chick with her obese girlfriend in a tiny jalopy decide to turn left last second no signal to get to the dingy club they were going to. And the only place they went to was Right In My Right Front. It was like baaamm-booooomm. I impacted the passenger side and then kinda flopped over on my left side. I got angry, got the info, got back on my bike with a cracked light.

I thought I was coo, but now, four weeks later, the little scratch I had on my left underarm part is starting to ache and pang. Kinda sucks... whoooa

So yeah, you know, watch out for them skanks in little cars turning left, is all I'm saying.

I'm pretty sure my rib's allright, hopefully. Let's go get some ribs at Tony Romas!

Too Epic Not To Post

So these past couple months, I've been going to work everyday over here, and am so glad to have internet at work because I can finish with my classes and such, then have maybe a bit of time to check my email and my favorite sites online. I'm sorry, I may be buying in or whatever, but ever since I found the Berrics, it's definitely been on the top of my list. Sometimes I don't even bother with the email; I go straight to Steve Berra and Eric Koston's skatepark in LA. Daaamn they're doing such a good thing... especially for people like me who can't go out and skate good ol LA everyday... the rocks and old sidewalks and crazy weather in Okinawa doesn't let one skate too often. The Berrics, and also Crailtap, feeding my hunger for skate culture while I live on a not so skateable island. Thank and bless you people for putting shit like this on the web.

And here, we have the skate fiends (wantus- skateboardius)
of Phnom Penh, typically residing in and around open-air markets.
Photo from like, about a year ago.

But anyway, get out and doooo iiittt.
skate fiend.