What is sleep?

That’s what I’ve been asking myself lately. Got me feeling like a cat, looking like I’m “always tired” and shit. But in the end, it’s worth it, especially if you’re a hard worker. 

Speaking of cats, I purchased these dope stickers from Triple Cat Deluxe:

This one reminds me of the cat from Sailor Moon. Mrs. Runner loves this one lol

😼

“Aye yo, waddup Run?! How you feeling?”

And that’s an understatement by the way. When you are working long hours, you gotta ask yourself “what is sleep?” Cat naps has been my best friends when it comes to getting my energy back. It’s also hard to fit anything into your schedule, like chores, grocery shopping, and WORKING ON YOUR CAR. I started up the ol’ Runner the other day and when he warmed up I smelled coolant… I popped the hood, did a thorough inspection and found this:

Looks like the intake manifold gasket… I thought the Hondata heat shield gaskets are supposed to last forever? Well, nothing lasts forever unfortunately! I won’t know for sure until I take the intake manifold off, but from the looks of it, there might be a crack on the gasket

Whatever the issue may be, it can and will be fixed. The real question is, how do I fit the repair into my schedule? 🤔

[12:28AM]

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Happy New Year

Happy New Year!
This is a new and clean slate! Well, everyday when you wake up is a new and clean slate… But anyway.

I ended 2017 with a lot of changes. I recently picked up a new daily which I dubbed the PVT Support Vehicle:

You know I had to celebrate with a brew after this purchase! LOL

Then I landed a new job(s)! Here is some pics of what I do when I’m at work :

It’s laid back and chill as fuck, which is what I have been lacking for years. EVERYONE NEEDS TO CHILL. It seems like that doesn’t exist anymore. Bunch of crazies in this world and it seems like people are always in a rush. I want to bring back the feelings I had when I was younger; staying up late watching Adult Swim and hearing all the dope Late Night Bumps. To add a little side note, Adult Swim and those bumps are the epitome of PVT Runners. It’s one of the many elements that molded me to who I am today. “A night time program that allows an adult-focused period in a space that’s generally for kids” because I am one of those adults that refuses to settle for an average adult bullshit job and life.

The new job I have is a late night shift which I am experienced in. It feels good to be a Late Riser again. Once I am off, the road is dead. I love that feeling, it feels like I own the road. Then I go to my “second job.” All in all, the total hours I am working is about 32 hours. Seems like a lot doesn’t it? But check this out, I watched a Myth Buster’s episode about sleep. Crab Fisherman work 30 hour shifts, for every six hours, they take a mandatory 20 min nap. Here’s more info on that episode. I’ve been doing that rhythm but at 30 min naps and it works!

Speaking of late nights, this thought came across my mind. I feel that not a lot of people can handle staying up late and/or late night life. Seeing people how they act in fast food drive thru’s, how they struggle to stay in their lanes while driving, their impatience, quick to get frustrated and all that. I ask myself, do those people not know how to handle late night life or just staying up late? Shit, or is it both!? PVT Runners was founded all around late night life, so it’s second nature to us. I feel safe in the darkness.

 Let’s start the year positive and stay that way. Learn to be chill y’all. If you lost your ways, learn to gain it back. Sometimes you need to retrace your old steps in life to find that happy place again, and/or use that as a foundation to build a new one. To conclude this post, I will finish it off by using a quote from Yasiin Bey aka Mos Def:
“My outlook on the future is two-fold, there’s a lot of bad things going on, lotta nonsense and strife in the world. I believe that you gotta tear old things down before you can set new things up. It all depends on your perspective.”

Peace y’all, go to bed.

Haunted Trap House

People say the guy who used to live there was crazy. But really, he was a fuckin’ lunatic. He enabled his drug addiction and was willing to die for his sickness.  This lunatic killed his own relative who lived with him; his only positive conscience. He didn’t give a fuck about anything or anyone. He just wanted to know when will be the next time he could get high.

It’s been said, his own son paid him a visit once and couldn’t even recognize his own father. His son claimed there were many random individuals who went in and out of the house. He also expressed that there were lots of unpleasant shit going on which made the son feel uncomfortable. He decided then and there he will never go there again. By that time it was already a trap house.

All the residual negative energy left there made the place haunted. Pain, agony, anger, abuse, sadness, dark thoughts and death. They all roam the halls and rooms of this vessel. Blessing the house would just anger the spirits. It’s more in dire need of a cleansing. Maybe even an exorcism. A psychic medium said, “The guy screamed to God to help him once. But he didn’t receive any kind of response. Other than the drugs, that’s what drove him insane.”

After that moment he stopped believing everything and lost himself in his own insanity. During that process he fell into a deep dark hole…

To Hell.

FT. Bragg, CA

A few weeks ago I got to visit a place I’ve been meaning to see for a long time; Fort Bragg, CA.
With a population of 7,287 life is slow/easy living.
The best way to describe this city is to listen to DJ Shadow’s Album: Entroducing…

Especially this shot. For viewing pleasure, listen to the track: Building Steam With A Grain Of Salt on that album:

That little shack in the back is Sea Pal Cove. I swear they have the best fish and prawns I’ve ever tasted. It’s always the little hole in the wall joints that have the best food.

I am a fan of Petroliana/Automobillia. The way the morning sun shined through the trees gave it a real surreal and nostalgic feeling…
It’s really cool to see this place still active. If I lived here, I wouldn’t mind working for a place like this…

… And I wouldn’t mind owning a little shop like this lol

With HWY 1 running through Fort Bragg, it really has its breathe taking views.

I will see you again Fort Bragg.

Only Built 4 Cuban Linx…

Legend.
That’s the best way to describe this album. This will always continue to blow minds lyrically. Today marks it’s 22nd anniversary since it dropped back in 1995.

I like to use music as a medium; a way to describe and relate to a situation. I said in a previous post that the Infamous album molded the Private Runner’s oath.
Only Built 4 Cuban Linx… is one of the many lyrical soundtracks for me and Tougel. Every time I listen to this album it brings back memories of chilling at Tougel’s pad, working on cars and talking about shit that’s on our chest; talking about the moves we need to make in life in order for us to grow.

“We gotta move God, we gotta move God, we gotta migrate. Get the f-, get the fuck outta New York, yaknowhatI’msayin?”
– Ghostface


“I’m not tryna just be sitting on motherfucking 200 thou and acting like I’ma just be a drug dealer all my life son. I got bigger and better plans son.”
– Raekwon

In an interview from 2010 Raekwon states, “When we sat down and did ‘Striving for Perfection,’ we knew how important the intro to an album is. We were coming in as young, scrambling niggas. We had visions—goals and dreams. And when we was saying certain things, shit was relating to niggas’ lives for real. But at the end of the day, we was just trying to let it be known that, Yo, we gonna do this and we ain’t gonna stop. If we fall off, we fall off. But if we get on, this is only the beginning.”

Pretty much how I felt when I formed the Private Runners and made Tougel the first member.


I remember sitting in Tougel’s garage talking to him about shit like that. Preaching the PVT philosophy and him relating to shit. The album playing in the background…

“Get the fuck outta New York Sacramento, yaknowhatI’msayin?” Would be my version. Now I live in San Diego and Tougel lives in Nagoya.

“No man, can judge for another.
But each man must weigh all facts and circumstances,
and find truth in his own judgment of righteousness.
See, the way to evil, balance equality in no man.
For no man is good and bad at the same time.
Either you good, or you bad”