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To whoever stole my magic beans,

ARGH!....What the fuck was Lugo just talking about!? Respect. Stealing things from people you know? Are you kidding me? What kind of fucking low life does this kind of shit? For what? Jeporadize friendship, love and trust for items worth less than ten dollars? Jeporadize friendship and trust for less than six dollars in quarters? This kind of thing seem worth it to you people? Stealing is something you reserve for doing to people you don't know...(kidding). To me personally stealing from someone you know, that trusts you is one of the worst things; especially when you can tell it is premetitated. Believe me, the real you is beginning to shine through in amazing colors. Blinding facts of drunk driving peoples cars, when you don't even have a lisence. Blantant disregard for how you feel about yourself; you think hooking up with two people at the same time because you can't decided between them is cool? Think again, it is an embarrassment . I can't believe you don't have the self control to see the path you are choosing for yourself. Is that how you want to be in twenty years, calling your parents, asking for money, car payments, bail and AA sponsers? Well, keep it up and I'll keep laughing.

The Crutch

Well, aren't we all glad he got that off his chest, anyway here are some pictures from when Punker Pat and Joe Alani went to Lowers. I got some new pictures for you people coming up from none other than 54 st. Shawn Ward, Troy Tecklenburg and others just got back from Mexico where it is heard that Transworld photog Tom Carey got a sequence of Troy busting a rodeo flip.

:Lugo

Punker Pat, sun down business man

54 street beach

Though heckled by his friends, Hoyer decided to keep his Barbie bike

On a mission

Low Tide Lowers...

Punker Pat at Lowerrs

A big shame and a complete waste

The short cut, all dry and high

Homeward bound

Surfisde dogface

Newportian Sunset

well all of it started with a phone call from sticky. something like "Captain! werre over at surfSide with these girls... we're gettin wasted, and theres like 8 girls here! they're already drunk, were gunnuh bring em to your house" This souinded ok, so i left it in the hands of sticky to get them to my house... big mistake... I get another call, "Hey captain, we got these girls, but they have no bikes or cars, and they wont walk to your house, oh wait they are getting in a car... Hey! whats up!, take these irls to 56th! yah we'll meet you there! take them to 56th!, alright cap these guys are takin em to 56th." turns out sticky barely knew the guys with the cars, and what a surprise, they didnt take them to my house.... sticky fuckin blew it, they were gone... or so we thought. we left sticky on his own, and me lugo, hod and klepper had a plan. we made our own little party on the phone with rap music and everything... turns out the girls went to huntington with the mystery guys.... but we drew them back with our rap music party, thank you klepper, i just hope you didnt waste my quarters. anyway, our plan worked, and they had alrready gotten themselves saucy, and it saved us money. that night was alright, but the next night we went to their place... there we found colletts running around, the girl from the night before passed out in the bathtub, which was funny cause we all peed in front of her, and hod knocked shampoo bottles on her face... collets and things were hookin up everywhere, even hod had his own lirttle closet toy, all went well and lopan and friends made appearances, but hod's chick freaked out about nothing or something, and the girls went crazy, we left leaving another interesting couple of weekly related nights in our memories, and the moral of the story is... that the story wasnt worth reading, so foggoff....