“It’s so hard to see what’s happening today.
To see my brothers and sister die that way.”
“No more bombing, no more shooting, let the children be.”
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? 🤔
of the evil curse of the vampires.
Rid this world of these bloodsuckers… of the poor!
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?”
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.
“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”
would y’all still be my friend and/or follow this blog?
about the world.
“We live in an era where our cities are armed with steel and concrete. Computers and electronics barricade our minds. It doesn’t change the fact that there exists a lot of strange phenomena, bizarre beyond reason or logic. Most folks just don’t see them. That’s because we cling to order to any tiny happiness that comes our way and we bust our humps to blind ourselves with our desires and our pleasures.“
We all have our own problems we’re facing that we need to focus on…
With the race for the white house going on and all the other bullshit going on in the world such as War, (which is a global economic phenomenon) it’s hard to focus on our task and our individual role of “being what is necessary.”
It’s to the point where it will make you concerned and border line scared. This is our future on the line here. Although, we as human beings can adapt and progress, it’s the obstacles that are put in front of us that are the stress makers in life. How much bullshit can we endure before we really get angry and say “fuck this shit!” It’s really pushing me to the edge. Every form of life is precious, therefore it has value. That value should not be determined by someone who has “higher power/authority” over you. Who the fuck are they to judge? We need to rise up and let them hear our voices. That is the impact the world needs to hear and see. Stop blinding yourself and do something that benefits everyone. Be selfless. Now ask yourself, “Am I doing my daily tasks for bragging rights/popularity?” If so, that is the biggest form of selfishness. That is the epitome of a “FUCK BOY/GIRL.”
No single person can change the world, it takes the world to change the world.
“I’m a human being goddamn it! My life has VALUE!”
This photographer is dope. His name is Lukasz Kazimierz.
It’s been awhile since a photo really grabbed me and made me feel as if I was actually there to view the cityscape. Just like in the photographs.
After looking into his work and watching his mini documentary video, he described how I feel about street photography. But photography aside, it’s also how I feel about the streets itself.
“I’m a passive observer, I’m not trying to force a story or force a narrative, this is what it is.”
My eyes are the lenses that I use to capture moments in time.
In the track Respiration, Mos Def says, “I can feel the city breathing…”
The streets speak for itself. When I used to roam the streets, I met all walks of life. I kicked it with the best and I kicked it with the worst. I met the good, the bad, the lonely, the dangerous, you name it. At times I felt my life might be on the line. The streets are mundane but if you dissect it, there is beauty within it. The night has a myriad of different faces. Some are alive, some are not… But that depends on what your definition of being “alive” is. When you are alone in the early AM hours, you notice the city is alive. Car culture aside, that is what PVT Runner’s are about. This is our foundation.
because this is who I am. This is my lifestyle.
Though, I constantly look over my shoulder for police, I love this shit. Like Mobb Deep said “…as long as I’m alive ima live illegal…” We all break the law one way or another. Those that live the similar car lifestyle, will have some kind of modification done to their cars that isn’t legal for public roads. i.e., when you pull out fresh new coilovers from the box, the instructions read, “For off road use only.”
A few months back, my Street Family was misconceived. One person and his peers thought of PVT as some “ricer-ass poseurs.” I informed him we’re more about lifestyle. As I was about to continue with the explanation of the lifestyle, I halted. I came to the conclusion that I didn’t have to justify shit. For when you feel you have to justify yourself to a stranger, you automatically fall under their devilish thought process, like you have to prove something to them. Never let anyone get the best of you. I’m the type that lets my actions be my answers. Period. Private Runners is my lifestyle. I don’t live it only a few hours of the day. I wake up, breathe, eat and endure it every second. We squashed it after that and never spoke again.
There’s a saying that goes when you create a “fan base” there’s always haters that will straggle along. AND that’s fine. I greet all people the same way, with open arms; friends, strangers, and foes. And after we cross paths I wish the best for you.
On a lighter note, I’ve been seeing how people around the world are using the term “Private Runner” and it’s quite interesting. I’ve been seeing it across Europe, Spain, and South America. Some hardcore law breaking folks in Malaysia took my term as a “style of car” which I thought was pretty dope.
I’ll have to admit, it’s been awhile since I went on a REAL Private Run. Honestly, it’s because I’ve been focusing on my career. I have bills to pay and I plan on starting my own family soon. Even though I have a full time job, I’m always hustling to make extra dough. Not to mention, that I help out with sales at my old shop back in Sac.
A few days ago I met Brandon, the owner of Bowls LA. This is the guy who made the recent kanjo documentary,”The Kanjozoku.” He complimented my weblogs and said, “I actually took some of your content and used it in the documentary.” lol I thought that was pretty cool, because when I watched the film I was like “Hey, I have those photos!” He’s cool a dude for sure. He’s hustling everyday with his shop. Unlike the folks who want misunderstand us and talk shit. That’s what separates us from “them.” We keep doing what we do and do what we love. We don’t talk shit or dwell on negativity. For that just creates more negative energy.
Road racing is the most hardcore elements in the car culture. I plan on getting back into tracking again. There’s a Auto-X course about 20 mins from where I live. It’s been four years since I’ve participated. I’ve been meaning to hit that up once time permits, as well as hitting up a road course in the future. I have nothing to prove on the track. Just develop better and new skills. When you work on your “craft” you work on yourself.
I see a bright future with all my Street Family members. We will all keep doing what we do. Substance will always over power hype. Always be original and have substance.
Peace peace y’all.
Every person has a fire, a flame, that nothing can put it out.
“Yeah I paint the scene so you could see, the city’s picking up speed
I’m on a bench 14th street, taxi’s streaming yellow streaks
Spears piercing through my ears, you could hear the traffic speak
Jack hammers drill smacking through the cracking concrete
Buildings filled with windowsills spilled tangled telephone wires
Signs sparking neon lights flash like wild fire
My insides rise I start to feel paralyzed
Let out a sigh-a melody blew by- like an ancient war cry
the way the sunlight hit the leaves it really caught my eye,
glistening’ listening’ to the breeze dancing’ through the leaves on the trees, freeze, the city goes in slow motion like a dream
See I’m left empty like the temple turned into a fox den
Bus fumes dripping spitting into city summer sun
Sifting through the ash dimly lit vision listening
To the hiss lifting off a nighttime ocean
Shim, shim, shimmering singeing hair on my skin
whispering where ya been, where ya been, where ya been
See from amidst the darkness set sail with the softness
Breeze traveling across the seas arisen from within Mt. Zion
Wind coming in picking up momentum
Cutting crisply through the thickness riding on a rhythm
Like a roller coaster sizzling, twisting down the mountain
ripping rocket ship exploding like a fountain
overflowing spilling through the courtyards of Jerusalem
Busting through the rubble, bubbling drying up our puddles
Uncovering debris lifting up the fallen arisen within
to reach the yiddin even in Manhattan
exposed menorah glowing in the shadows of destruction
trailblazing through affliction
brushing off the branches golden
standing firm flames dancing
Like a lion roaring raising out of nothing
Flames dancing like a lion roaring
Flames dancing like a lion roaring
FLAMES DANCING LIKE A LION ROARING!”
Matisyahu was sitting on a bench on 14th street moments before the plans stuck the towers on 9/11. I posted the live edition of this song and the last verse’s because I feel this version holds a lot of power behind it. I feel one of his expressions of Aish Tamid, is that sometimes people forget about that eternal flame within them. Sometimes that flame remembers you, even during moments of destruction and turmoil. Your body is a temple holding that flame just as the Temple of Jerusalem did. Though the temple is empty today, it does not stop us from rebuilding our temple, the one that holds our flame. If your flame makes its appearance showing that you forgotten it, what will you do now that you discovered/rediscovered it?
Peace peace yall.