About Me 

I've established a plan which consists of never having a fixed address, eating a lot of take-out and assorted sours candy, blowing my cash on records and wine, skimboarding, and snowboarding, snowboarding, snowboarding. I'm also planning on getting more scar tissue in my kneecaps, consuming esophogus-shrivelling amounts of Sriracha hot sauce, restricting my Red Bull intake, meeting the raddest people possible, attempting to surf, getting a skin tone several shades darker than transparent, quitting my job, repping the V&V Collective to the max, befriending people who will not shi*t on my fondess of swearing and beer, tattooing my pipes, mixing, and being unreal.

 

Words of Wisdom 

I'm gonna cop out and lynch some advice from L-Train: Just stick with the necessities -- you got your Biz Markie; you got your Red Bull & Vodka flow; the fathers of three that slap on some nicknames and lead you to Salomon log-jam parties where you meet your future boyfriend while falling into a bathroom full of broken glass; drunken ice sledding under the glow of the floodlight, and a more than healthy dose of shredding. That's it. That's all you need. Friends and shreds.

Manifolds Represent.