The vampire chronicles

The sleep is something I wait for. It never seems to come. The rain is constant now, and I sit here waiting, hoping that at some point the mind will rest. The breeze through the window feels good and reminds me that it's not all bad. There are some cool things one gets to experience at 4:18 in the morning. I listen as cars and trucks come up and down the street. With the rain on the road I can hear them for blocks. Closer, closer, and then the whine of the tires past the window loud as a rocket, and then the sound trails off in the distance, and all I can hear is the rain again. I could probably come up with some crazy good explanation on why I can't sleep at the moment, and I would guess the real reason is that I have not had any alcohol since Sunday. Vampires need blood in order to rest. No blood, no rest. I feel it's good to "dry out", a little detox never hurt anybody, right? I also blame craigslist. That site is like everything I could ever want, and more all in one, all the time, 24-7, shit! Just check out the free section, and you will know what I mean. I also blame programs like finalcutpro. That fucking thing is a nightmare, but the kind you have every night, over and over again till your project is finished, but the project is never finished. I would also like to report that I have been skating on the ankle and though it's mighty tender after the sesh it still seems to work fine. I hope to have some new content on the web sight soon so look for that shit @ kemmco.com. Well, I forgot that I need to alter a video for the new afternoonep.com site or Neil will have my....love. He will have my love. So, on that note. I leave you with this thought. WWGD?

Red Bull Bailout

I can't say why I haven't posted these yet, but here they are.
None of these are labeled, because I'm terrible with names and that's how it is.

So, to start. I have to say that I love milk, and I'm not talking about the movie. I'm talking about the beverage that comes from cows. It's kept me going for 33 years and for that i give milk over ice a shout. Moving on, This was a video that was in a link through the platinum, in an article by CHRIS NIERATKO about Alex Olsen not being allowed to skate the Xgayms, because he was a few minutes late. The video has nothing to do with the article, but is rad even if you have a problem with the swoosh in skating. This video is still so rad, and filmed to the nine. The piece also sorta covers some other shit , but I"m not going to reread it so I can explain it. Check the plat for the story. In other related news.

Neil Ogura-Fasen after consuming a "few " beers was forced by a "gentle hand" to do ten, yes ten push-ups, to all bystanders amazement. The world may never be the same, and I'm sure the same goes for Faz. God I love beers magical powers...almost as much as milk.

So,I found this via an old friend from north on facespace. I don't have a real opinion on this argument, but I ride dirt bikes and that's what I know.




This guy has been really fun over the last few weeks , but I have to say good bye and I hope that our time together has had no lasting effects. The badlands was no challenge for my weak foot, and the new brace didn't hurt either. Last but not least. I have kinda finished the final touches on my web site, feel free to check it out.

Cheese, crackers, and olives bitches!

So, when I left the city in early July I had no idea what I planned on doing. I knew that I was going to the lakes, and since I'm unemployed I really didn't have to be back until the 21st when I had to work at the Turf Club. I was going to spend the 4th at the cabin with my old homie and his girl, we would drink, and eat, and fish. I didn't foresee myself falling off on my blogging, but as I entered that dark city known as Fargo. I was all but consumed by the culture. I was Immediately back home in that sweaty arm pit, and it felt good. We would skate in the day, and become vampires at night feasting on our prey and sloshing down blood by the bucket full. When the day would return, I would hide in my cave until the sun dipped and the heat fell and we could skate again, and again we would feast and so the days carried on. This is a spattering of the Images that I collected om my trip. I must say the dudes threw down and I had a great time with old friends. On a side note. I plan on keeping this thing more current and promise not to fall off like I did. What ever, It's my life. This is how I roll.

Badlands+LukeHampton=ledgedance

No words, just some Sequences of Luke at the badlands. Thanks Biz

3:07 am

I feel that at times there is nothing worse than having only 3 or 4 beers. It is a total waste of time, and actually for me, it's a waste of beer. I'm a drinker. That's a fact. If you don't know me just take my word for it. I have been practicing the art of drinking for many years, and there is one thing that I have learned from those years of abuse.....Nothing is better than being drunk....or wait? Being drunk makes everything better? Either way, booze is fun. It's the only drug that the government says is OK too use in a recreational manner. I want to do my part, and be a good American, so I drink.
I'm getting off the subject a little bit. The point is I need more than just a couple of beers, and by a couple I mean 4. I really just wanted a few more cold ones before that long and lonely bike ride home. That's not a lot to ask... just help a guy out....got any squares? Can u spare me 2 dollars for the shelter?

So, this last Monday, the 21st of June, The Rural Alberta Advantage took the stage at the 7th st entry. Thanks to friends with musical hookups. I was made to feel hip. Having been following these guys and gal for a bit, it was rad to see them live. The true test of any band. I must admit, I have a musical problem. Yes, we all have problems, and we deal with them in our own special little ways. I tend to do things to the limit. Whether it's dancing with the devil or listening to a tape over and over again in my 1985 Chevy blazer until that said tape breaks, changing what I knew forever.....not really. The point I'm trying to make is that I got A hold of the RAA CD Hometowns, and I played the shit out of it. I'm not going to tell you how the drummer reminds of a Drummer in The band Vaz, but a little more dancy/compressy, but fun and fast.(disclaimer, Jeff is the shit, no contest) I wont mention the band signing to Saddle Creek Records . I won't mention the label re releasing Hometowns in July. It wasn't available at the show.....Wow 4 beers, not bad. Here's a bit of stuff from the show. Check them out. In the words of a great. "They will rock your face off."

LUKE HAMPTON

This is a new video That we filmed on Sunday. I wanted to shoot something at the Hiawatha. Luke Hampton was in town from Fargo, and with rain in the forecast it made sense to hang out inside. Here's what Luke came up with.

The dog days of summer.

I started this shit at about three in the morning last night. The dudes where asleep and I had just returned from a summer solstice party. The affair had been quite grand. There was a good Fargo crew in attendance and the beer flowed like the Red River in flood stage. All was set for a great night. The menu was to be the feature of the evening, with a large salmon taking center stage. It was a play for all to see. The salmon dancing with fresh asparagus, pickled hearing and stinky cheese. A cold beet and apple salad with the color of a perfect sunset, and the list goes on. The bulk of the day had consisted of sweat and skateboards, and more sweat.

You can never drink enough water!

The dudes had come to skate, and skate we tried, but the man was out in full force this weekend. Whether at a fund raiser for a good cause in a warehouse full of skaters and punks, or just some kids skating in a tennis court. The man was there to crush the fun and bring a little lame down on the day. You see not all people like to have fun. Some people like to be mean and tell people what they can and can't do. That's how they have fun. It's weird. I think it's weird, but A lot of people think that I'm weird....go figure. The fund raiser and the weekend where not lost Though. The plan was merely altered in order to slip through the cracks. Sometimes all you have to do is slip through the cracks.




This is an experiment that was performed under questionable standards and late night loathing. It is meant to give me an outlet for the things i do, and allow me to share them with you. It's a good way to kill the lazy, and the many FREE bud lights that where left in the fridge. What ever bud light, it's FREE!