April 2, 1988 ()
51” Boomhower with Minimal rocker. ¾” thick, non-tapered.
Blaring distorted noise rock. Lo-Fi hipster droll. Ear rattling feedback. Skull crackingly intense treble.
Unhealthy stuff. And salads.
It’s hard to express my feelings of gratitude for a company that has continued supporting me over the years, even when school has kept me out of the water for extended periods of time. I love my Zap family.
To impress a girl that my friend and I were fighting over.
Poor as hell. Making art in god knows where. Trying to make a name for myself so that then I can make a piece of nothing and sell it for $500,000.
Bryan K. Dawg.
Reverence. After many years of deep meditation I’ve come to the conclusion that it is what we all seek. We seek to be respected. Respect from our family, our peers, our colleagues, our enemies. Money, fame, happiness, and success; bi-products.
My 4 ft. lizard. Sculpting. Welding. Painting. Drawing. Drinking.