Wednesday, March 10, 2010
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some nights sleep is hard
to come by. kinda like a kid on
christmas eve… i lay in bed wide
awake thinking about the next day
and all i want to do. Once the gears
start spinning it’s hard to slow em
down. i remember when i was skateboarding
all the time in my teens and 20’s i would
lay in bed all night thinking up tricks i
wanted to learn and things i thought i
could do on a skateboard… the bummer
is the next day your so tired from staring at
the ceiling all night your mind and body don’t
work as well as you dreamed.
about a year ago on one of these such nights,
after some long hours in the garage i was laying
in bed unable to sleep. My hands burning from cuts
and chemicals, my back aching from hunching over
a bike, and my lungs filled with paint fumes.
I thought
to myself “man i feel like shit,
i’m killing myself”…..
….. and i just want tomorrow to start
so i can do it again.
“i’m dying for my dreams”
it’s weird to hear people talk
about others and the things
they’re into. People can be
so critical of other peoples
lives. I’ve heard it in all
different realms..music, skate-
boarding,art, and motorcycles.
Trying to knock other folks
down saying
” ah so and so he’s not
really into art, he’s
just here for the ride”
or “yeah he’s a good drummer but
i don’t think he’s really
into it” “you know his dad bought
him a skateboard when he was
like three”
…. shit i’ve done it, and i was
being lame and insecure.
the funny thing is the older
i got the less i thought
it would happen….nope.
When your in it, you are in it.
Only you know it. In your heart.
From head to toe.
I believe the things i love
found me….. that’s
always how it has been.
When you know you can’t shake
it. Abusing your body, spinning
your mind way to fast,
all to move forward.
Nothing real is easy. Love, skateboards,
friends, motorcycles,family… it takes work.
this shirt is for everyone that
understands it…
“dying for our dreams”
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i ran this idea by a few people
and i think no one really got it….
but Patrick Dunaway got it right
off the bat. thanks so much dude.
you just nailed it.
check patrick here
i’ll try to have these
for sale by the end of the week.
i’ll make a post.
i went there to buy a desk.
usually come out of there
with little to nothing.
today it was good.
“sir you know that’s
a womens surfboard?”
unicorn
signed by debbie. this thing
is amazing. … well now i own
a surfboard.
his and hers oly and bud
hand wooven beer can hats?
moto3, usa 70’s skateboard,
debi does surfing, piec o shit
ribbed fender, and a new coat.
my friend Rich O
from Sacto has been on a bike
longer than most of us have
been alive. I get envelopes
from him in the mail. Inside
these envelopes he statshes
memories of his chopper glory
days in the form of photographs
and hand scribbled notes.
I usually feel slightly overwhelmed
when the envelopes show up. I cant
just rip em open and flip through
em like most shit you get in the mail.
So sometimes i just let em sit for a few
days or a week till the time is right.
Till i’m ready to soak it in. He was
there for the glory days of choppers.
Living free. This is just a slice of the
photos. As always thanks Rich. These
just rule.
more to come soon:
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Rich wrote:
here’s some photos from my friend Bob
Wises’s scrapbook. He’s a great artist,
was a printer for 30yrs. A great model
builder, don’t laugh. He’s won national
competitions. Builds great traditional
hotrods and was into bikes from the 70’s
to mid eighties.
Hope you enjoy our “old ass men” journey’s
to times long past. Our glory days. It’s
you “young turks” time in the barrel now and
you can tell from the smiles on our faces it
makes us remember when.
Regards
_Rich_
bob wise. shovel.
1971 frog jumps.
bob’s friends
bob’s 3 wheeler
more friends
someday i need to own some
wes lang art.
wes lang chopper lover and radical dude.
it felt like just days
ago that i asked the sketchy
folks down at merchants if DICE
could have another party down
at their place….. oh shit.
it was just a few days ago.
*meet people in person!
*get out your bandanas.
dress code strictly enforced.
jello shots. corn dogs.
*dave mann didn’t wear vans?
jesus christ didn’t wear birkenstocks.
who gives a shit. come anyway.
click the photo
read the fine print.
after a little cat nap
on the flat bottom of the
ramp… i started to come to.
i learned this afterward of
course but i guess my friends
kept asking me “what’s your name?”
….hey “what’s your name” they said
i just kept trying to tell them jokes.
… finally one of them shouted.
“WHAT’S YOUR NAME?”…… my reply
was fianly— “Max Dugan returns!”
my friends reply with…”he’s fine”
off to the hospital i went.
Stoney Knows How is a visit with a master of the oldest art in the world – Tattooing. Disabled by rheumatoid arthritis since the age of four, and forced to use a wheelchair, his growth stunted, Stoney St. Clair (1912 – 1980) joined the circus at 15 as a sword-swallower. A year later, he learned to tattoo, and for the next 50 years, he continued to work as a tattooist traveling with circus and carnivals across the country. As we watch him at work, we see the determination which led Stoney to overcome his handicap to heal himself and others with the magic of symbols. The film ends with a visit by New School master tattoo artist Don Ed Hardy who pays Stoney the highest compliment by asking him for a souvenier tattoo. For more information on the life of Leonard L. “Stoney” St. Clair, see Alan Govenar, Stoney Knows How: Life as a Sideshow Tattoo Artist”, Schiffer Publishing, 2003.
FolkStreams » Stoney Knows How
this video is awesome.
takes a while.
be patient.
tom you sent me this a year ago
i lagged. thanks man.– max
Saturday, February 27, 2010
before the sun sets
in the west it hits the shop
just right.
Friday, February 26, 2010
grant over in Hawaii
made some pomade….
he was kind enough to hook
me up. support the like minded.
check him out GRANTS
Friday, February 26, 2010
i spent hours on janky
little ramps like this.
scouring the street for bricks
boards and whatever you could
shove under your ratty ass piece
of plywood. i can still hear the
sound the ramp would make and the sound
of it crumbling down moments after
blast off.
dave back in 88.
thanks for the foto.
